I got your keys, so you don’t drive a car.
Tuesday I’m gonna vote for Shmote.
Hey, whatever floats your boat.
Smooth sailing.
Better hold the railing.
And don’t fall in the drink.
And hope that the boat doesn’t sink.
I shouldn’t have bought a ticket on the Titanic.
When the ship sinks, you could … try panic.
Look, there’s an iceberg off the starboard bow.
I must leave this ship now, somehow
Remember your lifejacket; it’s full of cork.
And Bob’s your uncle.
Not sure I see your rhyme, Beck.
And that’s okay–aw, what the heck.
You’ll get a pass on this one, for now,
You did nothing wrong, don’t have a cow.
But when you were set up with the word, “cork,”
I was thinking, “dork,” “fork,” or “New York,”
Or even Fantasy Island’s “Mr. Roarke,”
Or everybody’s favorite alien, Mork from Ork.
But from nowhere, you pulled the word, “uncle,”
Which caused me to think on my carbuncle.
Not something pleasant, I’m sure you’ll agree,
About as pleasant as a sting from a bee.
So Beck, I prithee, just take some time,
And give us a word, with which we can rhyme.
My day was…wait, what’s going on?
Oh, heck. I am Beck and I messed up the rhyme.
It’s about the 20th time.
Words just come out of my head.
Wherever I am lead.
I pass these phrases along,
I sing them like a song.
Please forgive me, Don’t be mad.
It’s just a game, it’s not that bad.
As far as what’s going on,
Keep on keeping on.
Ah Beck, you play well, and I think you a friend,
So don’t sweat it out; it’s not the end.
We’re in the Games forum, so let’s have some fun,
And we’ll leave no rhyming couplet undone.
There’s no orange, silver, or purple here,
No unrhymable words, so you need not fear.
Here, why don’t I lob you a nice softball …?
My first in this thread
And I don’t got the cred
To rhyme as smartly
As y’all do, partly
Cuz I ain’t that swift;
Making poetry is a gift
I wasn’t born with.
If you can’t rhyme, then plead the fifth.
Rhymes are easy. Catsie, try one.