I start with the first line.
Each successive poster adds a line until complete. The person who completes it gets to start the next one.
Simple, non?
There once was a woman from Perth
who couldn’t get over her birth.
Said she, with a sob,
I could fit a cob
ooh, I know you guys will have fun with this one…
“I don’t want a shishkabob!”
This last line exhibits no mirth
Of sense, this lim’rick has a dearth
This poem thtarted bad and got worth