Thread Paper Poetry
This does not require you to make up poetry if you do not want to.
The first person types a line of poetry, a quotation; the name of the author may be added, though it is not necessary. The second player must then write a line to rhyme with the first, and also add a line of his own. The third player rhymes that line and adds her own, and so on.
You may quote famous poetry or make your own.
EXAMPLE:
Joe Shmoe101
"This nymph to the destruction of mankind." -Pope
Jane Doe
"Had three small mice, and all were blind;
The least ran after the butcher's wife." -Nursery Rhymes
The least ran after the butcher's wife." -Nursery Rhymes
JKRowlingBabeLOL
"And then she cried, "I'm weary of my life,
My dream of love is over - he is gone." - Original
My dream of love is over - he is gone." - Original
HotDude456
"I really like Kathy the faun
She's really hot, but so is Trevor." - Original
She's really hot, but so is Trevor." - Original
JaniceFergensfeld
"I look upon thee, now, as lost for ever;
To me, at least, it is as if thou wert dead." - Forgotten
To me, at least, it is as if thou wert dead." - Forgotten
And here's the first page's poem completed:
Of flowers: of lilies such as rear'd the head
On the fair Capo Deucato, and sprang
"When I looked in his eyes, I felt the pang
Of true love unrequited- what a shame!"
I do not know my lover's name
Yet I can feel him watching me.
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
This is the man all tattered and torn,
that kissed the Maiden, all forlorn,
that milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,
that tossed the Dog,
that worried the Cat,
that killed the Rat
that ate the Malt,
that lay in the House that Jack built.
amidst the muck and river silt
the fragrant water lily grew
whether the skies be grey or blue,
the seasons slowly turn
Among the path the bowing fern
Blows slow and slient in the wind
And then the pumpkin gave a grin
A mile wide, from ear to ear
The more we talk, the less we hear,
Yet folks keep talking more and more
Harmful wounds can make you sore,
Over time, they take their toll
Down in yon forest there stands a hall,
The bells of Paradise I heard them ring
Anyone, of great stature or small,
May be corrupted by the One Ring