Creative rhyming

[chrispenycate]

Conversational seasoning from verbal spice rack
As with anticipation the cast gets more numerous

 

[Interference]

And errors abound making rhyming more bloomerous
But nothing deterred, this band will play on

 

[chrispenycate]

and on and still on, until audience's all gone
And we're back all alone, while they stack up the chairs.

 

[Interference]

Some stack 'em in threes, and others in pairs.
A fascinating sociological thingy ...

 

[The Damned]

I spent St. Patricks day in a rubber dingy,
I drank till i couldn't drink any more.

 

[Interference]

Then I drank what was left on the shore
Which was alcohol, so 'twas much nicer

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

Until T'was I by the Telly awakened; adverting about a chopper - dicer - slash - slicer.

I asked my brain if that was Ann Murray, I couldn't be sure with my head in a flurry ...

 

[Interference]

And after the drinking my tongue was all furry
So let's forge ahead and make a new pact

 

[chrispenycate]

Try to gather more talent and make it a group act
We'll plough on together, trying at versifying,

 

[Zubi-Ondo]

Whilst no intention I held of it, my wings are frying

It seems i misjudged the melting point of wax

 

[The Damned]

My wings asunder, I fell to a field of flax,
Oh, what a blunder, it's back to the books.

 

[Interference]

What monster is this, with hands made of hooks
And a sneer on his face that marrs his good looks
Approaching with stately and measurèd tread

 

[chrispenycate]

Of prosaic disposition, or poetic instead?
We're not easily led through this oeuvre of dread
Are we right in the head to be creating thus?

 

[Interference]

To tell you the truth, I don't get all the fuss
I write most of my stuff while sat on the bus
And figure out later if it meant anything

 

[Cudaer]

But with joy and enthusiasm I now sing
Of verse and rhyme and wearing my bling
I hope you forgive an old fools whim

 

[Interference]

A whim for the whimmin', forgiveness for him
A him and four women, forebearance the sin
Who tallies the plot with a blot on the lot?

 

[chrispenycate]

What I've got is a lot, but in couplets it's not,
Can you spot where we're hot? Consider the plot
To internally knot our creations by threes, to appease

 

[Cudaer]

I bow down to kings and fall down on sore knees
If I've lost all sense, Just aiming to please
Be in good cheer, don't give me a sneer

 

[chrispenycate]

I've had it to here with this terrible beer,
What now doth appear to delight eye, and ear?
Should we not interfere with the trend that's developing?

 

[Interference]

Fear not to interfere, for fear is enveloping.
Heaven forefend the unworthy endurance of defenseless things