This is a bit of a forum game, but at the same time it has the capacity to result in a bit of poetry, so it goes here. I'm going to supply a line of poetry, and the following poster is to create a poem using the line I gave as their first. Along with their poem, they supply a line for the next person to write poetry on. No restrictions on the type of line or poetry; just keep the line open ended.
I am not good at this but lets try But the man walked on Because for the dead, its useless to mourn The unforgettable Is this pain He vowed his death, Will not go in vane He vowed revenge He vowed in rage To be the slayer Or to be the slain. Next To be the slain
To be the slain, to be the maimed, To be midst those strewn on the plains, To be those faces left forgotten, Left in places, corpses rotten, Is not the dream of glory told, By wizened soldiers, stories old. The glory of the battle gone, And death's last rattling song, Ringing out from voices young, Their love ballads yet unsung.
I just want t' understand Why this o' all days in the land Be a day of scurvy and Speakin' of piratical brand Why not on a day before Why be it this day? What for? Be this a tradition or An old salt's joke? Neither nor? I have not an answer yet. Thar be no answer I would bet. This day just be a day t' whet Slurrin' o' the alphabet.
Have you heard of the legend of the pie? Have you heard of that fat guy? Who got sick by eating pie He vowed that till the day he dies He will not eat no more pies Even if choice is to eat pie or to die
