Creative rhyming

[Interference]

And land on the head of an Admiral of the Fleet.

"Just like a planet to do this to me," quoth he

 

[Urlik]

more worrying was his intollerance to wheat

"if only I could find bread free from gluten"

 

[Marcus15]

"Til then I must be content with fat-free Fig Newtons"

He grasped his revolver and crept to the window.

 

[Interference]

Peered into the night and grimly he grinned, though

No semblence of plot could he even perceive

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

Within this tangled thread we weave

But it still serves to entertain

 

[Interference]

Like when observing the wreck of a train

One can't tear one's eyes from the sight

 

[Marcus15]

Oh the humanity! Of senseless plight!

The downfall of man is ignoble at best

 

[Interference]

But funny, even so, when he wears a string vest

So disaster befalls and the clean-up ensues

 

[Marcus15]

At last every man must pay his own dues.

So remember to give pause, and contemplate on

 

[Interference]

That no one remembers Simon Le Bon.

(Which sounds a bit like an ending to me. Am I correct? We'll just wait and see... )

 

[Pyan]

Just then, a piano fell out of a tree,
With a walrus on top - now what could this mean?

 

[Marcus15]

John Lennon the peace chanter I'd surely seen

With an ugly old asian clinging to his side

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

Silly robot, what matters is inside

Just then the penguin on the TV exploded

 

[Marcus15]

"I'll have to clean that." the janitor noted

Flammable foul was the least of his worries

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

Being topless in a convertible with impending snow flurries

But now the sky began to crack

 

[Urlik]

with clouds of crimson edged in black

down came the snow as up rose the storm

 

[Interference]

And with such winds of nearly human form

Intent on decimating all it met





(iambic, you might note, pentametres,
should anyone care to join in with me?)

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

But perhaps the End is not nigh yet

For winds of change are aloft




(Is that it? A 6-8 pattern?)

 

[Interference]

(No, friend Zoob, I do apologise,
My goal was something more like this in fives
The way one William Shakespeare wrote his stuff
Dee-dum dee-dum dee-dum; the rest is bluff )
With luck and fortune, let the fall be soft

So all the world around it may not shake

 

[Marcus15]

But for all men to learn faith

And suspend their folly e're forward

e're?