Creative rhyming

[Lenny]

Oh damn... I edit this and reply with the next... nevermind.

 

[Lenny]

There once was a man from Kentucky . . . who like nowt more than gobblin' a butty . . .

One day he got silly, and got one from Philly,
But the poor mans new butty was putty.

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Footsteps, footsteps, crunching through the gravel...

 

[Talysia]

Out of curiosity, has anyone done a limerick thread yet? From some of the replies on here, it could be very popular.

 

[Lenny]

I haven't a clue... even if they have, what's the harm in a brand new one?

 

[Memnoch]

was a jesting one Tal star a proper one lol

 

[Pyan]

Footsteps, footsteps, crunching through the gravel...

And just what word did you have in mind to rhyme with gravel, Lenny?

 

[Lenny]

Travel? Rabble? Dabble?

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Footsteps, footsteps, crunching through the gravel.
When he lost his horse, on foot he had to travel.

Sor'ed.

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Drip drip drip, the tap dripped without a care...

 

[Memnoch]

erm Babble . . . lmao lets stat again!!

 

[Pyan]

Yes, Travel I'lll give you, sorry!


EDIT!! just for Lenny!

I'm sorry, I'll have to go for a while - back soon. Can I just say that you lot have probably put back my recovery by a week - I can't remember laughing so hard for ages. Thank you for cheering me up!
Py.
See you later.....

END EDIT!

 

[Talysia]

I had unravel, too...

Ok. Shall I start a new one, then? Or do we go with Lenny's (I'll bet I'm not the only one who's confused)

 

[HoopyFrood]

(*Runs in*...MEM!!! Long time no see, dear fellow!! Good to see you again!

Ahem..I'll leave you to carry on with your very confused rhyming now, anyhoos...)

 

[Lenny]

I thought she had some friends over...

In fact, that can be the line!

I thought she had some friends over...

 

[Memnoch]

I had unravel, too....

I have a navel? erm . . . just thought I'd let you know

 

[Memnoch]

I thought she had some friends over...

In fact, that can be the line!

I thought she had some friends over...

yet they all felt appalled as she drove a Rover . . .


She wished the ground would swallow her up n low n behold . . .

 

[Talysia]

The very earth split open, causing damage untold.

The unfortunate person fell into the crack...

 

[Memnoch]

to her doom did she spiral and landed on her back . . .


groaning and moaning, dishevelled and lonely she rose . . .

 

[Talysia]

...Looking around her, then brushing dust from her clothes...


Before calling out, "Is anybody there?"

 

[jackokent]

Her faulting cry was awash with despair

When behind her a noise made her hackles rise

 

[Talysia]

So she turned around, a hint of panic in her eyes.


Before her stood an unbelievable sight...

 

[jackokent]

For there loomed a spectre all ghastly and white

A slow trembling finger it raised to her face