I have a very nice poem starter, but I need help finishing it. The rules are:
1. It needs to have a lot of S's
2. It must rhyme
3. It must continue my story
Not too hard, but still, follow the rules! I will choose a winner, just enter the game by posting. Here's the start:
I was walking down Sunny lane,
One Saturday afternoon,
When I met the Silver Surfer,
and some Samurai in a saloon.
Have fun you guys! Socks rule, Keek!
Katie(Atta)
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The surfer he was a sight,
a sandy shower curtain as a cloak,
the samurai thought him silly,
they shot the sandy surfer, that silly bloak.
lol, that stunk and it only took me like 2 minutes. oh well.
(Sorry... I couldn't work one up with enough S's)
*****
I looked about and soon I saw,
The Silver Surfer's mother-in-law,
She was mad at him,
Standing there so cool and slim.
She told the Samurai,
"Go get him for me! My oh My!"
The Samurai jumped up with a start,
And walked over, beginning to fart.
The Samurai then, engaged the Surfer,
In a battle to see who would be the next Farting-Surfer-and-Samurai contest winner,
They all began farting,
Blowing the old lady away screaming.
But as they all blew one out,
For the very last time,
They realized the smell that floated about.
And stopped immediately,
Then one by one, they dropped to the ground,
Like big oak trees falling freely.
The smell was awful,
They plugged their noses,
As the smell went away towards the pool,
They then began striking poses.
Heralding their survival of the smell,
They realized not one was the winner sadly,
And soon they dispersed to tell,
All who would listen to their victory and glory,
And so ended the Surfer and Samurai's story.
*****
It didn't rhyme as much as I wanted it to, a little gross, and not enough S's. But that was the best I could do in like ten minutes. ;)
Gigs :)
okay. I really don't think there is a single poet here among us. Katie's start of the poem was good, but the other ones were like.....yeah....
Here's my attempt:
They were having sodas,
And then the surfer said:
"My Samurai friends, my buddies, my pals,
Now is the moment I dread.
For the time's now nigh,
I hope you can see,
For me to go,
And surf the sea.
So I'm sad to say,"
the surfer sighed,
"That now I must go
That's it, goodbye."
And then he left,
such a sorry sad fellow,
And I went home,
my mood quite mellow.
So far I find silly dominic's saucy sonnet most applicable.
So, Gigs, your poem started suprisingly pleasing, but kind of degraded, into silly stupid sentences.
While walking down a Sunny lane,
One Saturday afternoon,
I met the Silver Surfer,
and some Samurai in a saloon.
The Surfer sat there, looking grim
Swigging mugs of beer
His sister sat by a Samurai
who was whispering in her ear.
What he said, I do not know,
But she giggled and turned bright red
The silver surfer stood up, enraged,
and socked him in the head.
The surfer had had too much to drink
His aim and strength were poor.
The startled Samurai's counterstrike
Hit the surfer for four.
Ne-Gok-Sa and the Marro drones
were quick to join the fray
And when Sargent Drake and Syvarris came up
I decided to step away.
But far be it from me to shirk a fight
So I used my special attack
I sent my dragon swooping in
To finish off Grimnak.
But suddenly the surfer girl
staggered out and fell into my arms
Though wounded, she was beautiful
I was taken with her charms
The lass was very badly hurt
And so, without further ado
I used my dragon healing
and made her good as new.
I took her off to safety,
Her heart was deeply moved.
I wooed her and I married her
The now sober Surfer approved.
Now we're all good friends of course
And sometimes the surfers and I
Look back and laugh at that sunny day
And the scrap with the Samurai.
Well geez Katie! You're real supportive! JK LOL No I guess you're right. *runs off crying... then comes back all happy*
Gigs :)
Ok, so here's my ending:
Suddenly I saw,
To my utter shock,
A swinging, silly, silent,
yellow-ish pink sock
It sat by the surfer,
And swigged several sodas,
Then slowly sank down,
Dreaming of orange yodas
"You must help our sock!"
The Samuri sighed,
As Silver Surfer saw syvarris,
Which he sulkily eyed.
"Quick, seek out Silly Susan,
My sister-in-law,
And tell her if she saves him,
she may have my silky saw!"
So the Surfer left,
With a star-nosed mole,
And found Silly Susan,
singing in her hole.
Silently, they staged,
a stupid mime show,
Susan saw the situation,
and cured the socks big toe.
So that's my Satire,
insane as it may sound,
but as for alliteration,
that I think I've found!
I want to comment on Dominic's:
I like dominic's, thank you very much.
Tookie!
Rachel
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