Progressive Lymric time!
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Progressive Lymric time!
You know the routine.
I'll start. When the last line is complete s start a new one. If things get a little ..ahem... outta hand, the reigning poobah here can move it the \"other\" forum.
(try not to do more than 2 lines.)
Ok.. we seem to be having some trouble. Here's a sample.
Mathamatical equations may sound,
to first grades really quite profound,
but you may get a stare
when you say \"πR²\"
..for all KNOW mom's Pies are Round!
It's important to read what's been written before.
\"There once was a man named Magoo,
I'll start. When the last line is complete s start a new one. If things get a little ..ahem... outta hand, the reigning poobah here can move it the \"other\" forum.
(try not to do more than 2 lines.)
Ok.. we seem to be having some trouble. Here's a sample.
Mathamatical equations may sound,
to first grades really quite profound,
but you may get a stare
when you say \"πR²\"
..for all KNOW mom's Pies are Round!
It's important to read what's been written before.
\"There once was a man named Magoo,
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Quite frankly guys, it's not hard...
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Here is an example... shamelessly stolen from http://www.yesterdaysisland.com/main_pa ... erick.html
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all of his cash in a bucket,
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
—Princeton Tiger
But he followed the pair to Pawtucket,
The man and the girl with the bucket;
And he said to the man,
He was welcome to Nan,
But as for the bucket, Pawtucket.
—Chicago Tribune
Then the pair followed Pa to Manhasset,
Where he still held the cash as an asset,
But Nan and the man
Stole the money and ran,
And as for the bucket, Manhasset.
—Exchange
Of this story we hear from Nantucket,
About the mysterious loss of a bucket,
We are sorry for Nan,
As well as the man—
The cash and the bucket, Pawtucket.
—Pawtucket Times
And our newest additions:
The man saw Pa leave with the bucket,
Said he 'Nan, go home to Nantucket.
Sneak into the house,
And quick as a mouse,
Out the window, the bucket, you chuck it.”
—C. Alan Reber, Arizona
For the next few years, then, the man,
Wondered where he went wrong with his Nan.
But with his new wife,
Went on with his life,
And never had children again.
—Ricky Lee Edwards, Monrovia, CA
Their bucket of cash bought a garden,
with a Nantucket cottage to reside in,
The Geraniums grew,
and the next thing they knew,
Pa, Nan, and her man had a fortune.
—Tris Coffin, Pittsburgh, PA
The good life! Investments and plans...
Still, the years swallowed most of Paw's clan.
Nan's kids got that bucket
Full of stock in Nantucket.
Dreadful snobs, they're ashamed of old Nan.
—Peggy Ross, Reedsville, WV
The problem Nan had wasn't nice.
It seems her man suffered from vice.
His drinking was bad,
but what made her quite sad,
was he lost all their money at dice!
—Carl Davis, New Waverly, Indiana
Visited Nan and her man on Nantucket
Oyster in hand, man said, You shuck it
Fresh from the shell into the pan
Dinner for me, Nan and man
Tomorrow, clams'l fill our bucket
—Cynthia Gallant-Simpson, aboard the trawler Briganta
With the boys the man began drinking,
A behavior that started Nan thinking
That her husband once sweet,
Was the party-girl's treat,
And his time with the boys would be shrinking.
—Steve Todd, Nantucket (Originally GA)
There once was a girl in Nantucket
He and Nan took a walk with a bucket.
Oops, a seagull flew low,
He had nowhere to go,
But Nan, she was able to duck it.
—Sandra Williams, Philadelphia, PA
Nan had it sent up to Alaska,
It’s farther, she thought, than Nebraska.
Did she and her man,
Fool her Pa with this plan?
The next time I see her, Alaska.
—mailed to us by 'A California Dale,' who credits
his inspiration to Margaret Dale, whose contribution
to this tale appears at www.yesterdaysisland.com
Let’s be clear on Miss Nan and her mate,
The bucket of cash sealed her fate,
Though her motives were pure,
And the good life seemed sure,
‘Twas a community property state.
—Peter Homes,Washington, DC
There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who kept all of his cash in a bucket,
But his daughter, named Nan,
Ran away with a man,
And as for the bucket, Nantucket.
—Princeton Tiger
But he followed the pair to Pawtucket,
The man and the girl with the bucket;
And he said to the man,
He was welcome to Nan,
But as for the bucket, Pawtucket.
—Chicago Tribune
Then the pair followed Pa to Manhasset,
Where he still held the cash as an asset,
But Nan and the man
Stole the money and ran,
And as for the bucket, Manhasset.
—Exchange
Of this story we hear from Nantucket,
About the mysterious loss of a bucket,
We are sorry for Nan,
As well as the man—
The cash and the bucket, Pawtucket.
—Pawtucket Times
And our newest additions:
The man saw Pa leave with the bucket,
Said he 'Nan, go home to Nantucket.
Sneak into the house,
And quick as a mouse,
Out the window, the bucket, you chuck it.”
—C. Alan Reber, Arizona
For the next few years, then, the man,
Wondered where he went wrong with his Nan.
But with his new wife,
Went on with his life,
And never had children again.
—Ricky Lee Edwards, Monrovia, CA
Their bucket of cash bought a garden,
with a Nantucket cottage to reside in,
The Geraniums grew,
and the next thing they knew,
Pa, Nan, and her man had a fortune.
—Tris Coffin, Pittsburgh, PA
The good life! Investments and plans...
Still, the years swallowed most of Paw's clan.
Nan's kids got that bucket
Full of stock in Nantucket.
Dreadful snobs, they're ashamed of old Nan.
—Peggy Ross, Reedsville, WV
The problem Nan had wasn't nice.
It seems her man suffered from vice.
His drinking was bad,
but what made her quite sad,
was he lost all their money at dice!
—Carl Davis, New Waverly, Indiana
Visited Nan and her man on Nantucket
Oyster in hand, man said, You shuck it
Fresh from the shell into the pan
Dinner for me, Nan and man
Tomorrow, clams'l fill our bucket
—Cynthia Gallant-Simpson, aboard the trawler Briganta
With the boys the man began drinking,
A behavior that started Nan thinking
That her husband once sweet,
Was the party-girl's treat,
And his time with the boys would be shrinking.
—Steve Todd, Nantucket (Originally GA)
There once was a girl in Nantucket
He and Nan took a walk with a bucket.
Oops, a seagull flew low,
He had nowhere to go,
But Nan, she was able to duck it.
—Sandra Williams, Philadelphia, PA
Nan had it sent up to Alaska,
It’s farther, she thought, than Nebraska.
Did she and her man,
Fool her Pa with this plan?
The next time I see her, Alaska.
—mailed to us by 'A California Dale,' who credits
his inspiration to Margaret Dale, whose contribution
to this tale appears at www.yesterdaysisland.com
Let’s be clear on Miss Nan and her mate,
The bucket of cash sealed her fate,
Though her motives were pure,
And the good life seemed sure,
‘Twas a community property state.
—Peter Homes,Washington, DC
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For in tricording I find my delight
out gunning those who stand to fight
Alas, there he is, a mass driver he hath
but he is no more, he stood in my path
My powers with afterburner and pyro GL
are proven true as it feels like hell
My homing missile you can never outmaneuver
Watch out for me, my skillz are uber
That felt a bit too much like a poem
out gunning those who stand to fight
Alas, there he is, a mass driver he hath
but he is no more, he stood in my path
My powers with afterburner and pyro GL
are proven true as it feels like hell
My homing missile you can never outmaneuver
Watch out for me, my skillz are uber
That felt a bit too much like a poem