Orgasmic Philanderings

[femme fatale]

Formerly known as Poetic Pairings, Pathetic Impairings, Scatologic Despairings, Hygienic Flushings, Pathalogic Gushings, Diabolic Lustings, Bic Shavings, Domestic Cleansings, Bombastic Shoutings, Iambic Meanderings, Orgasmic Philanderings, Cubic Pantings...

Each person adds two lines to this poem, their first line rhyming with the last line of the previous poster, and their second a line for the following poster to come up with a rhyming poetry line for.


I started a similar thread in another forum which proved popular and a good laugh, although there was a little confusion about the rules initially so if necessary I'll be happy to attempt to explain it better. However, I'm certain eyo members would have no trouble getting their head around the idea.


I'll start with three lines to get the ball rolling and the next person must add two lines, the first of which rhymes with my last line (ie 'things')...

Down in the depths of a dank dark cellar
Hidden behind a trapdoor, a grumbling feller,
Who had no time for worldly things....:eek:

[Lizard Drinkin]

Sat swaddling struggling mice in string
An infernal contraption aimed from above

[Hermit]

Hit him like a velvet glove.
"O no," he cried "this cannot be"

[Lizard Drinkin]

"The scientist I'm meant to be,
And yet I endure scrutiny"

[femme fatale]

From the evil mice who plan to mutiny.

How to escape and still remain unseen?

[Nilla182]

Here's a tale with a macabre theme
Of a scientist, lonely, meloncholy, who

[Nilla182]

Down in the depths of a dank dark cellar
Hidden behind a trapdoor, a grumbling feller,
Who had no time for worldly things....
Sat swaddling struggling mice in string
An infernal contraption aimed from above
Hit him like a velvet glove.
"O no," he cried "this cannot be"
"The scientist I'm meant to be,
And yet I endure scrutiny"
From the evil mice who plan to mutiny.
How to escape and still remain unseen?
Here's a tale with a macabre theme
Of a scientist, lonely, meloncholy, who

[femme fatale]

Was struck down by the evil mouse flu

They stole away into the night...

[kthemusicalkat]

Was struck down by the evil mouse flu

They stole away into the night...
none of them really wanting to fight
what happens next remains to be seen

[HoundsOfLove]

these dark dreary images in my eyes
are only the notions of my dreams

[femme fatale]

none of them really wanting to fight
what happens next remains to be seen

these dark dreary images in my eyes
are only the notions of my dreams


The mice have got away with it, it seems.

Meanwhile in a tall office building, on the thirteenth floor...

[Nilla182]

There's an eerie knock on the door
'Rat-a-tat-tat' the sound rings out

[femme fatale]

The cubicles filled with corporates who glance about,

'What on earth is that unworldly Rapping noise...?'

[Lizard Drinkin]

"It seems we're in da Hood wit da Boyz!"
And sure enough, the walls came down

[femme fatale]

"It seems we're in da Hood wit da Boyz!"
And sure enough, the walls came down


M C Hammer and da Posse of da Clown

United for just this occasion, burst onto the scene...

[Lizard Drinkin]

M C Hammer and da Posse of da Clown
United for just this occasion, burst onto the scene...
For a corporate gig, seems times were lean.
Happily, starving mutant combat piranhas arrived

[Diabolical]

For a corporate gig, seems times were lean.
Happily, starving mutant combat piranhas arrived

And signed the entire conference up for the march for gay pride.
They busily planned and schemed for their float on the day

[Lizard Drinkin]

But before long the mutants got carried away.
They ate up the catering staff and then turned

[femme fatale]

On their tails and ran, their horrors spurned

In favour of the doof, doof sound of the mardi gras rehearsal...

[Lizard Drinkin]

Then the TRG arrived to enact crowd dispersal
Bludgeoning corporates with high pressure hoses