The Poetry Game

Alright, here's a little game we can play. I'll write a line of a poem, then the next person adds a line, and another person adds a line, and so on. So it would go something like this:

Me:

Roses are red

2nd Person:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue

3rd Person:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I have chewing gum on my shoe,

You get the idea.

I'll start:

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be The Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be The Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be The Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without the pain and sadness that we had before.

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be The Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without the pain and sadness that we had before.

Let are love not be dead in a tomb like Mr. and Mrs. Montague, never let our love be done

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be The Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without the pain and sadness that we had before.

Let are love not be dead in a tomb like Mr. and Mrs. Montague, never let our love be done

and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be The Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without the pain and sadness that we had before.

Let are love not be dead in a tomb like Mr. and Mrs. Montague, never let our love be done

and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep

Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams.

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be The Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without the pain and sadness that we had before.

Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr. and Mrs. Montague, never let our love be done

and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep

Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams.

For nowhere in your roiling desert slumber can the endless horseman find his home.

Whoops, wrong button

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns,

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be The Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without the pain and sadness that we had before.

Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr. and Mrs. Montague, never let our love be done

and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep

Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams.

For nowhere in your roiling desert slumber can the endless horseman find his home.

Full of pain and impossible sadness, here i shall forever rest, no more to roam alone.

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be the Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without pain and sadness that we had before

Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr and Mrs Montague, never let our be done

and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep

Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams

For nowhere in your rolling slumber can the endless horseman find his home

Full of pain and impossible sadness , here I shall forever rest, no more to roam alone

It is now sad sweet Efron that roams alone, to seek again the horseman's love

Surrender my sweet Efron to some man?? NEVER.

Whoa whoa whoa, what gave you the right to change "link removed" to "rolling"? Put it back!!

(This poem is freaking awesome and needs to be sung by Whitesnake.)

You cheeky bugger, thats f*cked the whole thing up! My poetry in motion - screwed... you ain't nothing but a hound dog

...crying all the time.

I know It's only Rock'n'Roll, but I like it.. because

God gave Rock'n'Roll to ya, Rock'n'Roll to ya..

1 2 3 4... 4o'clock Rock.. 5 6 7 8

I'll just get my Shawaddywaddy coat and brothels creeps

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be the Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without pain and sadness that we had before

Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr and Mrs Montague, never let our be done

and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep

Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams

For nowhere in your roiling slumber can the endless horseman find his home

Full of pain and impossible sadness , here I shall forever rest, no more to roam alone

It is now sad sweet Efron that roams alone, to seek again the horseman's love

And as the horseman swiftly rides, he espies a solitary dove

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be the Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without pain and sadness that we had before

Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr and Mrs Montague, never let our be done

and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep

Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams

For nowhere in your roiling slumber can the endless horseman find his home

Full of pain and impossible sadness , here I shall forever rest, no more to roam alone

It is now sad sweet Efron that roams alone, to seek again the horseman's love

And as the horseman swiftly rides, he espies a solitary dove

Held in a hawks jaw.

EDIT: Curious, anyone have a clue WTH this poem is about??

(This poem is freaking awesome and needs to be sung by Whitesnake.)

That would work.

EDIT: Curious, anyone have a clue WTH this poem is about??

 

I dunno about you, but I got lost at "Efron."

On milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be the Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without pain and sadness that we had before

Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr and Mrs Montague, never let our be done

and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep

Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams

For nowhere in your roiling slumber can the endless horseman find his home

Full of pain wand impossible sadness , here I shall forever rest, no more to roam alone

It is now sad sweet Efron that roams alone, to seek again the horseman's love

And as the horseman swiftly rides, he espies a solitary dove

Held in a hawks jaw, no sign of life it gives

NOTE:

And for the record i have no clue what this is about either... but it's fun

The poem is about baby Jesus.. at Christmas away in a manger, he discovers rock'n'roll and forms Whitesnake, and is living the rock'n'roll dream. Groupies and sticking stuff up the nose.

He gets addicted to the narcotic Efron, chillaxing in his mancave, hallucinating about a roaming horseman, his dealer.

The dealer stops roaming, full of pain and impossible sadness.

He has a nervous breakdown in the hotel room just before a live gig, and then OD's.

Bob Hoskins kicks the door in, followed my the medics and try to revive him.

To the soundtrack of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb.

By this time he's trippin' off his t*ts, imagining Bob Hoskins as the non roaming horseman,

and the hawk is Satan, with dove in his mouth.

Now someone needs to write the next line

I thought you would have guessed what it's about

The poem is about baby Jesus.. at Christmas away in a manger, he discovers rock'n'roll and forms Whitesnake, and is living the rock'n'roll dream. Groupies and sticking stuff up the nose.

He gets addicted to the narcotic Efron, chillaxing in his mancave, hallucinating about a roaming horseman, his dealer.

The dealer stops roaming, full of pain and impossible sadness.

He has a nervous breakdown in the hotel room just before a live gig, and then OD's.

Bob Hoskins kicks the door in, followed my the medics and try to revive him.

To the soundtrack of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb.

By this time he's trippin' off his t*ts, imagining Bob Hoskins as the non roaming horseman,

and the hawk is Satan, with dove in his mouth.

Now someone needs to write the next line

I thought you would have guessed what it's about : )

The poem is about baby Jesus.. at Christmas away in a manger, he discovers rock'n'roll and forms Whitesnake, and is living the rock'n'roll dream. Groupies and sticking stuff up the nose.

He gets addicted to the narcotic Efron, chillaxing in his mancave, hallucinating about a roaming horseman, his dealer.

The dealer stops roaming, full of pain and impossible sadness.

 

He has a nervous breakdown in the hotel room just before a live gig, and then OD's.

Bob Hoskins kicks the door in, followed my the medics and try to revive him.

To the soundtrack of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb.

 

By this time he's trippin' off his t*ts, imagining Bob Hoskins as the non roaming horseman,

and the hawk is Satan, with dove in his mouth.

Ohhh. See, that's what got me. Otherwise, I was totally good. Now that totally makes sense.

I believe what ultimately must happen is that he finds you-know-who.

Which means it is really an allegory about self-discovery.

But it should play out, because there's this bit of Ozzy where we left off, come to steal the show.

On milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns

While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

I am all sad and wondering why

It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry

The Christ child rocks n rolls, Apollo's light will never return

Before the cows come home and this day adjourns

Oh sweet Efron let me be the Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun

So we may unite and live forever more, without pain and sadness that we had before

Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr and Mrs Montague, never let our be done

and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep

Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams

For nowhere in your roiling slumber can the endless horseman find his home

Full of pain wand impossible sadness , here I shall forever rest, no more to roam alone

It is now sad sweet Efron that roams alone, to seek again the horseman's love

And as the horseman swiftly rides, he espies a solitary dove

Held in a hawks jaw, no sign of life it gives

Until the mighty clawed creature, dreading its own vice, yawps from knotty beak