Resolutely Striding into the New Year

R if for Rue DeDay
who couldn’t find someone to play
until he came across this board
now he’s found himself a horde.

B is for Bumbazine
He tried to keep his engine clean
Took it to a powerwash
Ended up spending lots of dosh.

S is for Swampybear
He ended up in aftercare
After his friend ACBG
Mispoke at the apothecary.

S is for Scout1222
She didn’t have a thing to do
She went down to her Trader Joes
Now what she’s up to no one knows.

L is for Lissla Lissar
She couldn’t even drive a car
So she found husband number 2
And gave hims something nice to do.

T is for Tupug Anachi
Which, to me, sounds quite flashy
But I’m not sure if this is right
So I asked her dogs the other night.

F is for TheFaerie, see?
Or could it be that it is T?
Start with either letter, though
What you come up with let me know.

T is for Tanookie-belle
She hit some ice and down she fell
Broke her arm but did she bitch?
Only when it starts to itch!

K is for Kytheria
I say with some hysteria
If that rhymes I am not sure
But then my poet skills are poor.

K is for Kallessa
From what I hear she’s quite the dressuh
No one else around is fine as she,
Who lives in that state beside the sea.

M is for Merrily
Thus quoth I, quite warily
How oft a name is aptly descriptive
And nary is he (or she?) dismissive.

Ex is for Exgineer
Whose purpose here is seldom clear
To Welby cruel or kind should be
Is often a question we ask of he.

F is for our FairyChatMom
Whose left us now, but won’t be long
Till she is back in town again
(She visits the PerfectChild[sup]TM** now and then)

H is for Homebrew, beer drinker’s delight
He slakes my thirst most every night
I only wish he lived nearby
So that my throat weren’t always dry.

W is for Wintermute
Who came town without a suit
For bathing in (it’s sad to say)
I popped my eyes out thrice that day
Her riding crop and leather chaps
Had me swimming extra laps.

S is for Susan_Foster
Next to last upon my roster
But it’s not where the name come in
As long as you can spare a grin.

W is for Welby
Um, er, what the f&ck rhymes with “Welby”
Not a word, that I know
Stop it now, it’s time to go.

See, I’m done now; that was fun…
have I left out anyone?

A is for Ashes[sup]2[/sup] who died skipping classes.

K is for Kytheria who died of diptheria.

W is for welby the undertoad took him to sea.

Anybody else?

W is for Welby - What could that smell be?

E is for Exgineer - he should have waited for the “all clear!”

H is for Homebrew - apparently he forgot to chew.

The axe is bad, but me drowning in poo is A-OK? Yeah, that’s fair.

Swampy, rhyming Rue deDay with crudite was brilliant.

Me, rarely dismissive? Perish the thought.

These are great, folks, except I have to keep explaining why the prop I am writing is so funny. I tell them it is a ghosting technique.

prop humor–ghosting means saying things you think will counter something a competitor will say.

It rained all day yesterday, then started snowing this morning. The snow has stopped and the skys are starting to clear.

Also rhymes with:

Creme brulee
Doris Day
Cheese Souffle
Macrame
Go Away!
No, please stay
Anyway
Right of way
Vandalay
Enchanté
S’il vous plait

Hey, if you give me the rhyming words, I can do this!

Rue DeDay , SWF’d by Doris Day.
…entangled by Macrame.
…vicious about Right of Way.

And I am amazed by the mad skillz of those who came before me - especially Shibb . Almost makes up for him causing the tsunami - (and I didn’t even know he was gay!). Just goes to show that all the cool kids hang in MMP.

Susan

Hi, all,

Sorry it took me so long to get back here, but someone froze me in a block of ice. Brr!!

This cracked me up, but my sister says you’re going to the bad place for thinking of it. I defended you, though.

Don’t worry, honey; it happens to a lot of guys. :wink:

This is true. (Some days more than others)

Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha!!! ::Wipes tears of laughter out of her eyes:: You’re so sweet! Mrs. Shibb is a lucky woman.

And, while this rhyming game looks like fun, you guys are just too good for me. Did you all swallow rhyming dictionaries or what?

I’ve never done any kind of poetry or rhyming at all before this. Ever. Save some haikus in a haiku-sort-of-thread once. Which doesn’t really rhyme, of course. I blame parenthood, Dr. Seuss, and a large vocabulary.

Oh, and I want to thank your sister for inviting me to her “bad place”, but for now I’m going to stick to flirting with the MMPers. Although I’m sure her naughtiness is fine.

I am very impressed
with all the poeticalness
in this thread. I’d love to join in

  • I used to be quite the poet
    in my younger days - but
    I forsook rhyme and rhythm
    for free verse.

And I’m not very good at that.

What in hell are you people trying to do to me?

That’s it, I’m bugging out for SkipMagic’s board. They don’t do silly over there. They tolerate stupid, so I’m welcome. I think.

On preview: they don’t do stupid, either. Would somebody please check to see if toostupidtolive.com is available, because I’m going to need it.

I’ll fill it up with posts of me arguing with myself. I’ll make millions.

Aw, Ex, don’t skeedaddle. That will make me pout. And if you’ve been reading the thread, then you know that will be my downfall.

You don’t want to have my death on your conscience…DO YOU?

No, Ex, no leaving!

grabs legs and prepares to cry

I can’t write poetry either, and they’re letting me stay.

Here’s a short poem, not by me.

The Grizzly bear is huge and wild:
It has devoured the infant child.
The infant child is not aware
It has been eaten by the bear.

OK all you clever rhyming people! The king wants a rhyme for his name. The king’s name is “Morty Moot Mope”. There’s no way to rhyme that name, it’s impossible! (Except if you’re an especially clever felt puppet.)

That’s a very nice poem Lissla. You’re cute when you’re plagarizing. Did you know just last night, me and the boys (my children- that’s not a strange euphemism for naughty bits) were talking about “Stinky McStinkerton and his All Bear Band”. We were. how weird is that, talking about “Stinky McStinkerton and his All Bear Band” and I see a bear poem this morning. It’s crazy weird, that’s what it is.

Ahem…

M is for Morty Moot Mope. He fell down a forty foot slope.

:smiley:

Just had to post first to rue’s challenge.

I need some help. All week I’ve been suffering from an eye tik. Is everybody following along? Eye tiks don’t hurt and they are not remotely related to the eight-legged blood suckers but they are infinitely more bothersome. I’ll be staring at my computer and all of a sudden like it’ll go all jittery because of the tik. And you can see it, too! People have been looking at me funny. Like they think I’m gonna go postal or somethin’. Anybody got any surefire remedies for eye tiks? I’ll be waiting here most patiently.

Tupug (She takes a likkin’ and keeps on tikkin’)

When I get them, they’re usually related to an elevated stress level. I suggest you drink heavily.

Excellent Tuppy!

Tonight I am going to yet another 50th bday celebration. I swear it’s like everybody I know (including me) has turned or is turning 50, sometime between last year and this year. Tonight we are going to the real real good local Italian joint for dinner. Then it’s on to what is supposed to be a “surprise” celebration for the celebrant though I think he knows. His partner ain’t known for keeping secrets real well. Matter of fact partner’s nickname is turbo tongue cause he constantly runs his mouth. Y’all think I’m TMIy? I ain’t got nuttin’ on this one let me tell ya! He tells it all. In detail. Repeatedly. Anyways, after they leave to go to the restaurant, I’m supposed to go over and hang up all these signs turbo tongue has amassed about being 50 and such. I even know where the hidden key is so’s I can get in. ACBG is gonna help me, because I decided he would. Then we’ll hightail it over to the restaurant. Fortunately they live only bout a haf mile from there.

Then, tomorrow, I gotta go do another 50th bday celebration. This one is much more normal. Just a nice dinner and the celebrant knows it’s happening cause this is what he wanted. Makes much more sense.

There are three more of these things coming up next month. It’s been a bumper crop year for AARP so far! :smiley:

I’m pretty sure there’s some killin’ needs done. Sounds like the only thing that’s gonna help. Listen to your inner voices, Tupug.
M is for Morty Moot Mope
Found himself a short length of rope
Strung it up when he’d lost all hope
But the tree limb busted and saved the Dope.