Write the next line in this poem!
grooveamatic
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I'm going to write the first line of a poem. Feel free to contribute the next one (and then someone else write the 3rd line and so forth...) Let's end it at ten lines and see what we've got!
The first line is the next post.
The first line is the next post.
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I like my green eggs and ham in small places
it only makes today worse.
but to your soul, i see right through your eyes
Originally posted by MrBrian -
"one day a country may just liberate america, what will you say then?"
(I've done my interpretation of the punctuation and line spacing...feel free to yell at me for it...)
I don't like big open spaces.
I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
And the sudden feeling of freedom in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.
Never liked the ones I never knew, let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
I shall sit here in my little square and watch
All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.
I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
And the sudden feeling of freedom in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.
Never liked the ones I never knew, let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
I shall sit here in my little square and watch
All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.
Which patch of fabric are you, which swatch?
In the ether of your denim, rests your thoughts
and rest your thoughts so you can dream again.
there's no time to cry
soon i will be leavin'
look me in the eye
no matter what's in front of me
it's your face that i'll see
I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
And the sudden feeling of freedom in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.
Never liked the ones I never knew, let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
I shall sit here in my little square and watch
All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.
Which patch of fabric are you, which swatch?
I am the ether of your denim, rest your thoughts;
And rest your thoughts so you can dream again
So that maybe I can seem lovely again.
anyone have any idea for the title?
sorry fins. i don't know what this is.
it only makes today worse.
I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
And the sudden feeling of freedom
in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.
Never liked the ones I never knew,
let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
I shall sit here in my little square and watch
All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.
Which patch of fabric are you, which swatch?
In the ether of your denim, rest your thoughts;
And rest your thoughts so you can dream again
So that maybe I can seem lovely
http://www.tonyhancock.org.uk/ham6scripts4.html
Nominative hic haec hoc
Genitive huius huius huius
Dative huic huic huic
Accusative hunc hanc hoc
Ablative hoc hac hoc
Nominative hi hae haec
Genitive horum harum horum
Dative his his his
Accusative hos has haec
Ablative his his his
Bloody brilliant, makes me wish for good radio shows to come back
Galton and Simpson were in my opinion Britain's finest comedy scriptwriters and Hancock our finest comedian.
I do like yours better...except I love the repetition of 'again' in the last two lines.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough
O quartzblue rising crags, inner mystery vista'd