My family likes to play games on holidays. At Thanksgiving this year, we decided to play a particular favorite poetry game.
The first person writes two lines of poetry at the top of the paper, folds down the first line, and passes it on. The second person adds one additional line and folds over the previous line, and so on until the page is full. So each writer sees just one line of poetry before having to add his/her own line. It can get pretty ridiculous!
Admittedly, they all end up somewhat offensive and slightly plagiarized, and none of them make much sense, so I just picked one that made me chuckle. Enjoy!
The lily wilted on the vine
Her veins they dripped with turpentine
It was an ugly Valentine
It had stripes in its center
They could buy, who not rent her
Spending money is the root of all evils
So hoard it all from the poor peoples
Raise a glass and salute them
Salute them for how they fought
The angry clowns who were addicted to meth
Made by the locals in the town of Bathe
He leaned back his head and drained the carafe
Down his scarf and into his banana hammock so as to set his sausage afloat
Well, I hope no one was seriously offended by that…it’s really mean to be all in good fun!
