Creative rhyming

[Lenny]

Ace! You've left me with only half a poem! *cries* I'll have to write it in, now!


The cursor flickers, and I stare at a blank screen
Idiot at the shop told me my hard drive to clean

---

I'll answer Pyan, too:


My heart is hers. Alas, she knows it not..
Won't she be surprised when she finds it it's rot.............. ted.


Daffodils are yellow, thorns are sharp...

 

[Pyan]

Sorry, Ace - yours is better though - and much more likely!

 

[Talysia]

Daffodils are yellow, thorns are sharp...

Both of them appear on my decorative harp.
(Bad, I know. Sorry.)


Rain drops down from a leaden sky...

 

[Pyan]

She's gone, thank God! Now I can cry....




I wish I was an Elephant, sitting by a tree...

 

[Lenny]

For then I would be the one, who discovered gravity.



I creaked along the floorbaords, towards a daunting door...

 

[Talysia]

As I'd heard a peculiar noise within I'd wanted to explore.


A spark, then a rush, and everything catches fire...

 

[The Ace]

He told me 'Wake me up at ten,' now it was half past four.

I saw the stars come out on a cold, clear winter's night
(Sod, Talysia beat me this time)

 

[Pyan]

A spark, then a rush, and everything catches fire...
I saw the stars come out on a cold, clear winter's night
A spark, a rush, a Viking's funeral pyre,
A lamp, a fire, a pyre - We worship thee, oh Light!

(phew!)


In Morocco, in the evening, as the harbour lights come on...

 

[Talysia]

Good one, Pyan! Combining two lines like that!

In Morocco, in the evening, as the harbour lights come on...
The waves are calm, the port at rest, and the day's bustle has gone.


As I walked, strange shadows played havoc with my mind...

 

[ice.monkey]

and reaching home I was glad to leave them behind.



From the attic, a scraping I heard

 

[Pyan]

Thank God! 'twas only a bird!


The scraping I heard once again...

 

[Talysia]

Sounded like nails dragged down a window pane.


I turned to see the source of the sound...

 

[Pyan]

a spectral, horrible Hound!

With a growl, it sprang in the air....

 

[Culhwch]

...teeth gnashing, ready to bite and tear.

I threw my hands before my face...

 

[Talysia]

Oops! Beaten to it! I'll try again.

 

[Pyan]

..Struggling with my can of Mace..

Wooah! All stop!

Shall we go on from " ..ace"?
ready...set... GO!

 

[Talysia]

All stop, you say? Is that just for this poem?

Or could I start another and we'll just keep on going?

(as normal, I mean)

 

[Pyan]

All stop, you say? Is that just for this poem?

Or could I start another and we'll just keep on going?

(as normal, I mean)

Ok with me!

 

[Talysia]

I like the idea of keeping going with that one! It was getting good!

Okay, from "mace" then:

I hurried to get the lid off the can...

 

[ice.monkey]

I'd show the rabid beast who was the man!!


smashing glass, in it came...