Here are the rules: 1. Someone write a first line (Post it) 2. Someone write a second line, then copy/past Line 1 and add Line 2 (Post it) 3. So on and so forth.... 4. If two people simultaneously (for example) add the fifth line and Post it, the second one listed must go and whoever posted it should go in and delete their version of the newest line so as not to confuse the poets. 5. Take this somewhat seriously and don't go off on bizarre or ridiculous directions, please. I am a fan of Dr. Seuss, Shel Silverstein, et al. That kind of goofiness is okay but don't just destroy the general direction that the "work" is taking. It's worth a try....
There once was a girl from Nantucket, Who sat on a bucket, Eating her K.F.C, She pulled out a breast,
There once was a girl from Nantucket, Who sat on a bucket, Eating her K.F.C, She pulled out a breast, It wasn't attached to her chest,
There once was a girl from Nantucket, Who sat on a bucket, Eating her K.F.C, She pulled out a breast, It wasn't attached to her chest, So she happily proceeded to suck it.
WOW...I don't know whether or not to be turned on, sickened, or hungered. MMMMMM...chicken 'n waffles!
Very good, although if I were writing the rules again I would probably discourage a limerick.... only because it is such a tight form. We need a l-o-n-g-e-r poem. Somebody start another First Line. Mrs.JB... I nominate you since you finished that one off so well!
Didn't somebody start a Rockets haiku thread a while back? That was a great read... Dammit, where's my search function!
The light Flicks across the canvas like a firefly at night, As it pauses to heave, it shines more bright,
The light Flicks across the canvas like a firefly at night, As it pauses to heave, it shines more bright, A whisper of death I fear this may bring to light,
fadeaway Do you read that as the slang form..."to vomit?" I meant the the "Heaving breasts" definition, silly. Rise and fall. Like a firefly's lite belly. oh, nevermind. I should have skipped PSJ's and continued on Mrs. J's breast suckling poem.
The light Flicks across the canvas like a firefly at night, As it pauses to heave, it shines more bright, A whisper of death I fear this may bring to light, Caution is spread along the river's might,
hp, I was picturing little trails of stardust-like vomit all over the canvas. Stick to the heaving breasts.
The light Flicks across the canvas like a firefly at night, As it pauses to heave, it shines more bright, A whisper of death I fear this may bring to light, Caution is spread along the river's might, As I attempt to squash a spider mite,
The light Flicks across the canvas like a firefly at night, As it pauses to heave, it shines more bright, A whisper of death I fear this may bring to light, Caution is spread along the river's might, As I attempt to squash a spider mite, I realize that not every line must rhyme,
