Fezzik's Rhyming Thread

[Xandria]

Settling down upon the pillows, smiling because it's rather cushy

Crooking her finger towards a waiter, exclaiming bring the wine!

[Mordred]

Outside in back they bring it in, pulling from a vine

Carefully they twist and pull, careful of the cork

[Xandria]

A motion to the waiter, I have a dirty fork


Hey do you see? I think it's Mr. Cleese!

[Mordred]

Come on, touch my sleeve.. It's a special fleece

I think he wants this bowl.. See it's little fish?

[Xandria]

Aye, but why does it not know how to swish?

Into the ocean we may dive, to get a glimpse of Neptune's kingdom

[Mordred]

A rock forever held his trident until he worked it's freedom

That old geezer, so I heard, is a right old greedy sod

[Xandria]

The time may come for us to see, another mythic God

Hades and his underworld, I know them all too well

[Mordred]

Suspiciously he eyes her close, 'Is that from where you fell?'

Remembering the splash outside, again he peered at she

[gaggedLouise]

Trying to find out if she appeared to be

A horsewoman, or else why did she keep a riding crop?

[Mordred]

That makes a lot of sense, but why does she hop?

I admit I kind of dig how she holds that thing with menace

[Xandria]

Even though no evil intentions, how about a game of tennis?


Whack a ball of bright green fuzz, game set match

[Tambit]

Score, Love, hit the ball in the green patch

Before the horse and rider can gain the upperhand

[Belle33]

She launches her body on the winners stand.

The crowd's cheers was loud and clear

[gaggedLouise]

Sending hot aspirations into the stratosphere

Somebody's already putting the balls in a sack

[Xandria]

Soccer balls or base balls, which one shall we choose?

Partial I am to the game that bats, diamonds are a clue

[Mordred]

Those little gems are brighter still under a solid sky of blue

Makes me want to scoop them up, add them to my stash

[Xandria]

That I do not recommend, it would be rather brash

Sparkling divine upon her head, these tiny little prisms

[Mordred]

Colorful is their effect, sending countless tiny schisms

What dimension would we find if we could jump inside?

[Xandria]

I've heard there are eleven, it would be quite a ride


I vote we try the seventh, a number quite sublime

[Mordred]

Catapulting through countless space, without reason nor any rhyme

Falling out of nothingness, a net appears to catch

[Xandria]

A web of time is just illusion, mortality can't match

Nothing more than consciousness, thoughts reach out to touch

[Mordred]

Knocking on his hollow skull, I'm afraid there's not too much

The sound inside does trip him out, a drumming does commence

[Xandria]

Approaching now the witching hour, formalities dispense

Flying on a broomstick, mischief is afoot

[Mordred]

Until that chimney up ahead drenched my toes with soot

Looking down the brick tunnel, I had to yell, Hello!

[Xandria]

From the shout, great big blobs of purple jell-o

Dropping from the ceiling, dimensionally insane