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

[Rich]

so where is the fire, red as in paint
is this not, indeed the department of complaint?

[Preston, Moderator]

As mention we are oft defiant,
and therefore become quite Compliant.

[Roger]

Moaning and groaning, whinging and whining
all the long day and even when we're dining

[Roger]

And yet enwrapped like the wings of a dove
A happy enough band all enfolded by love.

[Rich]

A soft gentle touch from a hand from above
As if said hand is wearing a glove.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

So remember wear a glove,
Whenever you are making love.

[Roger]

What, like those of rubber, the Marigold™?
But surely, in contact they feel so cold?

[Rich]

No soft and warm as of velvet
Not hard and stiff like a football helmet

[Preston, Moderator]

Better yet a boy should get marital fidelity,
Then he shall not worry about safe conjugality.

[Roger]

To exert himself with dagger, sword, and lance,
and other euphemisms for love and romance.

[Preston, Moderator]

If someone comes at me with a dagger,lance or sword,
They are the one who is going to get gored.

[Preston, Moderator]

But if they offer mutual jouissance.
Then the guy might have a chance.

[Rich]

As the bull said as he siddled up to the cow
this will only hurt for a moment oh wow

[Preston, Moderator]

Instead of this third-rate bawdiness,
We all should be reading Gelett Burgess.


[I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.]

[Rich]

A purple cow I did once know
she slept around, a cow ho
still I went with her on a date
at least she didn't call me third rate

[Preston, Moderator]

Instead of this third-rate bawdiness
We all should be reading writing like Gelett Burgess.

["Ah, yes, I wrote the 'Purple Cow'—
I'm Sorry, now, I wrote it;
But I can tell you Anyhow
I'll Kill you if you Quote it!
-Gelett Burgess"]

[Roger]

[With apologies to Averin]

Dog goes woof
Cat goes meow
Bird goes tweet
And mouse goes squeak
Cow goes moo
Frog goes croak
And the elephant goes toot
Ducks say quack
And fish go blub
And the seal goes ow ow ow
But there’s one sound
That no one knows
What does the fox say?
“Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringding
Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringding

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jofNR_...

[Roger]

Instead of this third-rate bawdiness
We all should be reading writing like Gelett Burgess.

I know what it is the fox does say…
Points his claw and says, "It's this way."

[Rich]

"It's this way", but beware the rabbit hole,
down which young Alice lost her soul.

[Roger]

Quite, she slipped and fell down on her •••
and found herself through the looking glass.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

We've been there done that
that bone's been picked at.

[Rich]

So done with Alice there might be cheers
look out boys here come the Three Musketeers

[Roger]

D'Artangnan stood with Athos, Porthos, and Aramis
All neatly in line on the ditch's lip and took a…

[that doesn't rhyme…]

[Roger]

It's all very well for Les Trois Mousquetaires
But not so pleasant for their secretaires.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Those secretaries so strong and brave and took dictation too,
To defend the three they filed memos until they were black and blue.

[Preston, Moderator]

One for all and all for one,
They shared paper clips, white-out, and a staple gun.

[Roger]

D'Artagnan could be a little wild with his sword
But when he sheathed it, as good as his word.

[Preston, Moderator]

There's Athos, Porthos and Aramis too,
Where ere they went there was a hullabaloo.

[Rich]

One Musketeer film that turned me to jelly
was the version starring the amazing Gene Kelly

[Rich]

So graceful and dashing with sword and romance
each and every move seemed like a dance

[Roger]

Unlike the extra who played the rear end of Kelly's horse.
His acting so poor, his hoof taps were like a code in morse

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

With a feather in my hat and a sword in my hand,
I fight for dancing and romancing all through the land.

[Rich]

Where sweaty men gather please me direct
all those muscles do make me erect

[Preston, Moderator]

I'm "graceful and dashing with sword and romance"
What do I care about whats in your pants!

[Preston, Moderator]

He pulled out his sword and a pistol too,
Go away wastrel whore before I run you through!

[Rich]

I've seen them decorated with ribbon and string
so don't dare come after me with that nasty thing

[Preston, Moderator]

Oh here comes that master Vladimir Putin
He'll whip you in shape if you're too highfalutin.

He's dresses with a boa made of blood red feathers,
Cracking his whip and wearing his leathers.

Though once he fought the Harkat-ul-Mujahidin,
Now he's Mother Russia's anti-gay law Queen.

[Rich]

A brave and true heart must beat in your chest
Take care where you thrust to avoid bad arrest

[Roger]

In the master of Russia, there's no disputin'
He's only a syllable away from Ras-Putin.

[Rich]

For terror I still like John Wayne as G.Khan

filmed in a desert , no water no pond

[Roger]

Or John Wayne and Montgomery Clift all aquiver
In magnificent Howard Hawks' epic Red River

[Preston, Moderator]

Then you could play the this or that game and choose to watch Tom Mix in one of his silent movie cowboy roles or read Tom Mix and Pancho Villa.

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Why do they call them cowboys now
that they use machines to corral the cow?

[Rich]

Cowboys used to live in a shack by themselves,
they kept their urges wrapped on some shelves

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Unwrap them on saturday night,
go into town as a transvestite.

[Rich]

(Good one Boyd)

looking for a place that would be just right
That everything would fit all nice and tight

[Roger]

Lonesome Cowboys, all hot and bothered in a row
Fumbling with Tom Hompertz and Joe Dallesandro

[Rich]

Reminds me of that T.V. show Lonesome Dove

gritty and tough these guys you could love

[Boyd, Hunk of hunky burning passion]

Joe Dallesandro is sixty four years old,
A Warhol superstar so he's still gold.

[Rich]

Warhols' an artist , his fame we all knew
His sad demise has left us all blue