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The Two Line Poem Game (no word limit)
I want see Chicago too. I want see dancers in light of ballroom dance ball. Sliding and gliding dance floor so sweet like Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly dancing agether belly to belly. Oh Mr. Band Leader play London Derrière.
Cares about grammar notably,Ignores that the words were not poetry.
There's an ad playing on the side for Lee Childwhose hero Jack Reacher is always wild.
You never want to get him angry and riled,he makes all bloodsuckers look terribly mild.
Reacher's a man with a history,But to most his life is a mystery.
He cares for the downtrodden and whacks bad guysLike Fred and Gene, he dances neat, and acts real wise
His goodness and bravery commix,A legendary hero of the comics.
The real hero of the comix is Rogue,And his style is always in vogue.
He deals out punishment to the young,up the ladder of love, rung by rung.
Though some may say there is dubious consent,The boys do love the hard slamming debasement.
Especially the young farmhand who went rollinin the hay and demanded a good corn-holin'
They're afraid while his stuffing his meatBut after they think he is sweet.
Hearts beam from their eyes and they meltto their knees as they're whipped with his belt.
Be good little boys and pull up your panties,Forget about Rogue and go home to your aunties.
One day Rogue met Bike Boy and EmoAnd they ignored him—how totally mean-o!
So Rogue rammed and pounded them seven times for good luck,The boys adored him of course and were sore but lovestruck.
On his day of rest Rogue played strip-whistwhile outside the world was veiled in thick mist.
And outside stood Bike Boy deep in that mist,Waiting for Rogue and their secret tryst.
A forest ranger caught BB&R in the act and said "Away wi' yer"So Rogue upped and flew to Sydney, the gay capital of Australia.
{If this was the Everwending Story no word limit I would write that unfortunately he tried unsuccessfully to to fly off to Sydney like a comic book super hero. After he crashed face down into the dust he remembered he was a comic book super buggerer and heard foot steps approach. Rouge bellowed who are you and got a reply "Howjado mate I am Sydney Abromowitz your travel agent." Rogue looked up and saw the cutest bubble butt he had ever seen (with the exception of Boyd's of course) and it belonged to Sydney. The forest ranger, looked philosophically at the scene and said "If the mountain won't come to Mohammad, Mohammad must go to the mountain" just as Rouge, the mountain of a man, took Sydney to his cabin in the woods to teach him the meaning of nonconsensual. Biut since it's the 2 line poem instead I wrote…](Rogue came into the bar saying)
"We come back of Bourke and I needs a rollie,"
"Hurry up blokes and get me a roadie".
[Note Australian slang dictionary is at:
http://www.koalanet.com.au/australian... ]
Is this because Rogue insisted on painting his cheeks with rouge?A facial condiment marketed by Chanel and made in a centrifuge.
"I don't have to tell you mates that I'm a meatpacker,Where are the pretty boys so I can ram one up the clacker?"
Boys lined up for Rogue as if they were hexed,He filled them with buckets and then called out "Next!"
Rogue made his money in oil and drove a Rolls Royceand lived a high life in the back with all his bois.
Bike Boy made money from a paper route,And whatever he charged for using his chute.
Whenever Bike Boy's bike goes into a driftit's usually because he's giving Emo a lift
[Cute new pic, Boyd ;-]
Emotional Emo so black while so fair,He skin is pale but not his hair.
Emo said, "Bike Boy you big lug"Bike Boy said can it and gagged him with a butt plug
So Emo failed to warn Bike Boy about the Rangerall plugged up, he just pointed a digit at the danger
The Ranger came off looking all toughSoon Bike Boy took his butt in the rough.
The Ranger went away walking funny,Reeling with love and looking sunny.
Waving at BB and Emo, he climbed into his Forest Ranger vanAnd at that moment who came along but good ol' Bob and Stan.
Bobs your uncle said Stan,And I'm you Aunt though I'm a man.
We have come but not as strangers,Were here to work as forest rangers.
We walk the vales and hug every treeIn this happy land of the unfree.
We sit alone and spend our hours,in our lonely fire-watch towers.
We write love letters to our paramours as watch all alone on our duty tours.
In between fires we take our easeeating bangers’n’mash and green peas
Green peas are ubiquitous,No wonder Oli makes a fuss.
The rangers said make a change please,So now they get served just mashed peas.
Two campers were hiking in the woods,trying to recapture their boyhoods.
In case the they and the boyhoods met,They were gonna trap 'em in a net.
"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to love we go…"sang the boyhoodies marching in a row
It was Snow White and the seven lumberjacks,Weak in the head but great on their backs.
The Wicked Queen expected all seven to do their duty,The lumberjacks in wimmin's clothes, shaking their booty.
Along came Paul Bunyan, but not too late,to warn us all these guys were straight.
And so we left those bitter woodsto look for gayer neighborhoods.
We came upon a famous signTwo roads, Hollywood and Vine.
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and I feel that all words must correspond in peace.