Game 4 – Season 1
02 June 2019
Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too! Created by Rory of A Guy Called Bloke and K9 Doodlepip! Please do remember to include the ping back, otherwise l lose track of the verse and your additions, cheers.
Welcome to ….
Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too!
I will choose a topic, write four lines of Rhyming Verse then l will tag one of my readers who will in turn add four lines of Rhyming Verse to my mine and Tag one of their own readers, and then it is a case of wash rinse repeat and let’s see how far our topic goes in so far as a Rhyme?
Once the poem [Verse] leaves my blog, the next blogger along can take it where ever they want with regards their own four line verse but always staying on topic.
The day is as long, as the night is young,
Four more lines of verse, to make another rhyme,
What topic shall we do to have some fun..
Ooooh l know …
The Mysterious Case of Twas Not Twas!
I am sure, well pretty sure NO, of course l am sure!
Twas not twas, twas not there before!
And yet, here l am looking upon it with widened eyes …
This thing that twasn’t, and yet now it twas a surprise!
When I told my friends what had transpired,
They laughed and said I must be a liar,
For things like THAT surely are not real;
Then it came back and said let’s make a deal.
So it wants to make a deal?
Well that does have some appeal.
I asked it, “Whatsit all about?”
And that twas when it started to shout,
Yes, whatsit all about Alfie?
Do you have bats in your belfry?
Was it this or was it that?
I know ‘twasn’t tit for tat,
Are you following all this closely?
What’s that you say? Mostly?
Well then, you’re far cleverer than I,
When you inherit lunacy, embrace the sky,
“Following your twas, I could not twist,
Did you all think, that I had missed?
Betwixt and between all of that,
I am quickly passing your baton back”…
What to say here
What to do
I am lost
So now I think its going to be down to you,
This craziness has gone on for far too long,
The time has come to make some sense out of this song,
If I hold this end of this insanity and you tug from your end,
Do you think we can straighten it and make it look out of bend?
I found that thing lying in the dirt,
All I can say is that it hurt,
What came first? The chick or the egg,
Thank goodness it didn’t come out of my head!
In Yorkshire we say a lot of Twas
We also talk a lot of Twaddle
In Germany they say es war
Which makes more sense by far,
Yet Germans, though great when it comes to cars,
Sound more like mad choking when, “Ist es war.”
So; whether twas twixt, twain, or even twat
I think all this thinking is overwrought.
Ruth of RHScribbles
Overwrought, indeed it ’twas
‘Twas not ’twas, just becuz
Becuz it twas, and twas it not
Not becuz, surely not?
Now listen here mate
all this fuddle fiddle twassing
has got me near beat
it’s time for a schooner or two.
Twas back in my day
I could chug more than two schooners
But, I’m in recovery, so I quickly say nay,
Twas declared I’d prefer to be a crooner
Teresa of The Haunted Wordsmith
On the street corner, then the alley
‘Twas was pushed and shoved
all the way to Death Valley
even there his off-key crooning went unloved
So he crooned a tune to stars and moon
Coyotes answered back
They loved his song this night in June
‘Twas then made one of their pack,
We change every moment
Twas, but twas not the same
It is not a sacrament,
Evolution is not a shame,