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Post by Hermione on Feb 28, 2007 2:00:07 GMT -5
And fifteen flocks of flitting hawks formed from the fleeing moon...
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Praetheus
Second Year, Second Semester
"From every seed - a world. From every world - a thousand seeds."
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Post by Praetheus on Feb 28, 2007 14:10:36 GMT -5
I'm torn. Irishman kept great tempo and certainly gave an ending verse. And while I like the content of Hermione's line very much, it begs to be continued.
Let's extend the game - go into overtime, if you will - and go for an A-B-A-B rhyme scheme. We'll do my first line (A) then Hermione's second line (B). So now we need rhyming lines for both.
Irish, give us a good third line lead-up to the end.
So far we have:
If sixty swans sang seven songs to sooth the setting sun
And fifteen flocks of flitting hawks formed from the fleeing moon
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Post by Irishman on Mar 3, 2007 11:06:11 GMT -5
Then seven Satyrs did prance and jig 'neath the shimm'ring stars
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Post by Hermione on Mar 3, 2007 15:16:11 GMT -5
Lol, yeah, I can't do the A-B-A-B stuff, either, not and ALSO keep tempo and ALSO keep the alliteration going.
Here's the best I've come up with:
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Then won't the witch of Willow Hall wait, wondering and the one,
Whose colorful creation could craft such a cunning croon
But it doesn't really seem ended there, either. Humph. And it doesn't really follow the theme, come to that.
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Praetheus
Second Year, Second Semester
"From every seed - a world. From every world - a thousand seeds."
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Post by Praetheus on Mar 11, 2007 3:29:30 GMT -5
Meh...
We didn't really reach a conclusive ending for our rhyme, but both your efforts are worth an "exalt".
And to further leave this topic behind us, I submit "The Dirty Dog of Denderdell - An improvised poem by Praetheus (Creation date: Right now)
I know a place called Denderdell
Where few do like to go
And even fewer dare to dwell
For they dislike it so
And why you ask to people shun
This quaint, conofice* reach
'tis for a mutt named Mortimer
Whose filth defies my speech
It's true you'll be hard-pressed to find
Another dog as swell
He's quite the most lovable kind
There is in Denderdell
But, O, the dirt and, O, the grime
I really must confess
From ear to paw in oily slim
That mutt's a walking mess
At mailmen he'll always run
He tracks mud on the floors
He jumps on top of everyone
And shakes his coat indoors
But if you think that that's the worst
You're new to Denderdell
For the chief thing you'll notice first
Is his god-awful smell
That dog, he reeks of something fowl
Like a sweaty, moldy shoe
One whiff will make you want to howl
And the mutt will howl too
So if in future you are bound
To Denderdell be warned
Of Mortimer the stinking hound
Whose muck is well adorned
*not actually a word. I made it up. An exalt for the best definition.
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Post by Irishman on Mar 11, 2007 17:09:50 GMT -5
Mountain top retreat?
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Post by magicmuffin on Mar 11, 2007 20:48:56 GMT -5
a castle made of living conifers
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Praetheus
Second Year, Second Semester
"From every seed - a world. From every world - a thousand seeds."
Posts: 191
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Post by Praetheus on Mar 12, 2007 1:53:27 GMT -5
I think Irishman's fits the mode a little better - but dude, Muffin. Can I come over?  |
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Post by magicmuffin on Mar 12, 2007 17:27:07 GMT -5
Sure, but mind the forest critters...
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Post by Irishman on Mar 16, 2007 18:34:01 GMT -5
Critters! D'ya happen ta be a dryad then?
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Post by Hermione on Mar 20, 2007 0:41:06 GMT -5
This is just a real quickie, and it's turny out quite tricky,
All I have to say, (at least so I pray)
Is that I hope the drop (of this thread) will stop.
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Post by Dathron on Mar 20, 2007 19:21:50 GMT -5
I really can't rhyme very well
'speshly when I'm stuck in a bell
so someone please save me
come up and sneak me
away from this horrible hell!
Meh...
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Post by Hermione on Mar 21, 2007 0:19:41 GMT -5
Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow
Yes, I know, you want milk now.
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Post by Irishman on Mar 22, 2007 21:18:38 GMT -5
Ohh Hermione,
tha's quite beautiful art.
I hope tha' we can see
the end of simple tarts
That heighten the sweetness
of poems to touch the Heart.
Ugh, did I really write that??
How awful, it leaves me saying what?
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Post by Hermione on Mar 23, 2007 5:05:24 GMT -5
I really don't know what it is you've just said.
But then I can't follow the thoughts of my own head!
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Praetheus
Second Year, Second Semester
"From every seed - a world. From every world - a thousand seeds."
Posts: 191
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Post by Praetheus on Mar 27, 2007 13:32:15 GMT -5
Throw me a biscuit if that's what I earn
But throw a boomerang and it'll return
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Post by Hermione on Mar 27, 2007 23:42:58 GMT -5
Why don't I throw a charm instead?
No one cares if that's on my head!
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Praetheus
Second Year, Second Semester
"From every seed - a world. From every world - a thousand seeds."
Posts: 191
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Post by Praetheus on Mar 28, 2007 1:06:08 GMT -5
I cought this shiny charm you threw So now I'll toss a charm at you |
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Post by Hermione on Mar 29, 2007 0:48:03 GMT -5
I'm afraid such a serve is rather simple to volley... if you thought I'd not return the charm, know such hopes were folly!  |
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Post by matdacat405 on Mar 29, 2007 1:23:29 GMT -5
i like big butts and i cannot lie,
you other brothers cant deny,
when a gurl walks in a room ,
with an itty bitty waist,
and a round thing in yo face,
you get sprung
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