Blogging about forensic accounting, my life, and anything else I feel warrants it. Disclaimer: Anything found on this site is not intended to be professional advice. If you are in need of professional advice, please contact a professional to give it.
Let's play a game..
Published on August 22, 2006 By Jythier In Poetry
This is a game of poetry. Basically, the first person takes any first line of a poem, and the second person has to finish it with a line corresponding in rhyme, measure, and sense with it. Humor is optional, but definitely wanted.

An example:
There is a garden is her face;

A silly second line would be,

Her dermatologist has the case.

Anyway, post a finisher to the line ahead, and post a new line for the next player.

"I strove with none; for none was worth my strife"

Let those creative juices flow!

(Game idea and example taken from The Game of Words, Willard R. Espy

Comments
on Aug 22, 2006

"I strove with none; for none was worth my strife"

I lived with but one, and that one was my wife.

I loved another, and she but me

(and boy I am bad, but this is fiun!)

on Aug 22, 2006
I loved another, and she but me,
My wife's favorite number isn't three.



Next!

"My love is like to ice, and I to fire"
on Aug 22, 2006
"My love is like to ice, and I to fire"


So says HE, but He's a liar!!

Next,

"Love is light and lifts the soul"
on Aug 22, 2006
"Love is light and lifts the soul"

All this romance has taken it's toll.

What do I do? Where do I begin?
on Aug 23, 2006
~~What do I do? Where do I begin?~~

Do I go back to doing the same old thing again?

Next:

Let me be the first to let you know...

on Aug 23, 2006
Let me be the first to let you know
Whatever you "rip" is what you will "sew."


"To be or not to be, that is the question!"
on Aug 23, 2006
"To be or not to be, that is the question!"

O eternal query, can't we have a fresh one?

Now in the suburbs and the falling light
on Aug 23, 2006
Now in the suburbs and the falling light


Little children play with all their might.

Back in the country where the deer roam free
on Aug 23, 2006
Back in the country where the deer roam free


they're not preoccupied with poetry.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
on Aug 23, 2006
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood


One went one way, the other still it stood

I chose the wandering one, no hurry was I
on Aug 23, 2006
---I chose the wandering one, no hurry was I---

Then I chose the pondering one, don't know why.


As they looked they both had smiles
on Aug 24, 2006
As they looked they both had smiles,
I think they were crocodiles.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

on Aug 26, 2006
It would take more than seconds, minutes, hours, or days...

Next:

"Do not go gentle into that good night,"
on Aug 27, 2006
Do not go gentle into that good night,
the monsters there are an awful fright!

"Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow,"
on Aug 27, 2006
"Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow,"

It was stolen by a crackhead who thought it's fleece was blow.


"I once had an incredible thought"