The Two Line Poem Game (no word limit) Showing 2,301-2,350 of 2,504

[Preston, Moderator]

We don't blame you for the things that you do,
we blame it on your childhood hero Winnie The Pooh.

[Preston, Moderator]

Plus you went to a school where art was taught imperiously,
no one bothered to tell you not to take it seriously.

[Roger]

My art teacher Anthony Green told me, "Art is a bummer.
If you want to earn money instead become a plumber!"

[Roger]

A bit hypocritical of him to be a preacher
Of words he didn't follow as a teacher,

[Roger]

And instead went on to fame and riches
Enough to overflow his britches.

[Preston, Moderator]

But in his art he never wears pants,
and his wife goes without garments.

[Preston, Moderator]

If they're so rich point out who knows,
why they can't afford wearing clothes.

[Roger]

Oh, that's called "artistic license",
Especially when they do it on the fence.

[Roger]

Or rolling around on the apartment's balcony…
Those are the paintings that get to the Academy.

[Preston, Moderator]

When you were tending G.'s studio when he went to Wales,
he didn't tell not to clean up even clippings from his toenails.

[Preston, Moderator]

What a blow up when he found you painted his studio,
He was so enraged he kicked you right in your portfolio.

[Preston, Moderator]

Who knew that if you added even more dust,
that would be he'd praise you the loudest.

[Roger]

It certainly was the dustiest of rooms,
Even resisted the efforts of two vacuums.

[Bethany]

I very much enjoyed your found art collage
of toenail clippings and an orange rose corsage.

[Preston, Moderator]

Yep I went to a found art college,
It was hard finding classes to get my knowledge.

[Preston, Moderator]

Did I learn when I found a class?
Sure I loved art you bet your ass.

[Roger]

The southern English people pronounce it 'Clarse'
So it accurately rhymes with 'arse'.

[Roger]

When my old headmaster called me 'A silly ass!'
He compared me to an animal as I went to Mass.

[Preston, Moderator]

Asses/Arses are found art you can find on almost anyone,
And when find a cute one you've found your honeybun.

[Preston, Moderator]

The models in my Art School had cute arses/asses,
They were great incentives to go to classes.

[Roger]

In my life class men posed in pouches, while the ladies went nude,
I always wondered why, but perhaps the teacher thought it'd be rude

[Roger]

To have the men show off bare-ass
And shock the ladies in the class.

[Preston, Moderator]

I don't think it would be much of a shock,
for a woman artist to see a cock.

[Preston, Moderator]

If your lucky and out in the dark,
you might see one or two in the park.

[Roger]

I've seen that; one above, one beneath,
It all takes place on Hampstead Heath!

[Roger]

And if you don't know how boys get their fill,
Just go and ask Mike… or maybe Gil.

[Preston, Moderator]

I went to the bushes to ask Gil,
but he was busy reading Alexis de Tocqueville.

[Preston, Moderator]

So next I decided to go ask Mike,
but he busy reading Rabbit Run by John Updike

[Preston, Moderator]

So I went to this sexy boy who had ridden again on a motorbike,
but he was busy with charts, spreadsheets and being all businesslike.

[Roger]

That is just so damned unfair,
Not one of ’em willing to get bare?

[Roger]

I'll have to have words with Alex at Gmünder,
Get their acts together or go under—

[Roger]

And by "under" I mean under the auctioneer's hammer,
Sold as slaves under the next Gay Pride banner.

[Preston, Moderator]

Can't have a slave without a Dom,
We'll use Rogue and make it a TV sitcom.

[Preston, Moderator]

Let's see who shall we cast as the sub?
Bike Boy is always happy to rub-a-dub-dub.

[Roger]

You want one under, Bike Boy's your man,
He'll be out at Gay Pride in Birmingham.

[Roger]

It's now officially the biggest in the land,
There'll be thousands there, it's well manned,

[Roger]

Bigger than London, with all its many gays,
But Birmingham's hotels have many more stays.

[Preston, Moderator]

I just dropped by to say "Hey,"
"Happy Memorial Day."

[Roger]

At last I've got Oliver back home
For Memorial Day he went for a roam

[Roger]

All the way to Shrewsbury up the A49
In an ambulance, with his life on the line.

[Preston, Moderator]

I don't understand. Is there some syndrome,
that took Oli away from home?

[Preston, Moderator]

It's quite disturbing to find out online,
that he was taken away "...with his life on the line."

[Preston, Moderator]

On the other hand it was good to hear,
you've got the new contacts so your eyesight's clear.

[Roger]

His cheeks swelled up, his tongue like a rock,
All the effects of an anaphylactic shock.

[Roger]

I wrote you the alarming tale
In a hastily scribbled email.

[Preston, Moderator]

Oh yes I remember now,
I just forgot about it somehow.

[Preston, Moderator]

It was a note that was very scary,
but I have saved your epistolary,

[Preston, Moderator]

With all you other cherished emails,
Most of which have cheerier tales.

[Roger]

I have been kept so terribly busy,
The Oliver Twins have left me dizzy.

[Roger]

But now that the book is done,
I have some time left for fun.