The Never Ending Poem...
 

No idea if this has been done before. But it probably has, so sorry in advance if it has.

The idea of this 'game' is simple. Almost a mixture of 'Fortunately / Unfortunately' and 'Be careful what you wish for' in its arrangement.

We begin an epic quest into the unknown, the unusual and the down right stupid. I'll begin the proceedings; so don't worry (or maybe you should, actually). I'll write a line of a poem, and then the next person will add two lines. It must be in rhyming couplets, so hopefully, it'll go like this:

One Downer:
"Old Tom Bombadill is a merry fellow"

Second Downer:
"His face was red and his arms yellow
So he went to the doctors for a check,"

Third:
"But the wild birds, they did peck
At old Tom's face and his feet"

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Hope that's all understood. Here goeth the adventure that will go down in history and last a lunchtime!


Good luck folk.

Of those who Stayed and those who Ran.
Cowardice treated many so well...

Erm... It may be good to quote the previous two lines...
 

Untill it happened, that they fell
down into a Dragon's Den...

Inhabited by an old hen.
Among the hoard did lie her eggs...

Protected by her chicken legs.
And when one single egg would stir . . .

"Spare me!" the First Runner begs.
The old hen cackled and puffed her chest.

All were then covered in a blur
with feathers and a great mess

The first runner shouted "I must confess,"
"I am awfully allergic to birds."

"We're only asthma-ridden nerds.
In fact, I speak an Elvish tongue . . .

Yet, long the minstrel sung
of how they escaped by the ladder...

And how, once up, they all did scatter,
For out followed the hen, mad with hate...

Hurled he at them, a priceless plate.
The Dwarves did see this and gasped...

To their chests their hands they clasped
And let out a terrible cry

Oh, how they did wish to die
Rather than see this terrible fate

O! A broken antique china plate!
The treasure destroyed, they gasped in grief . . .

But all did stare then in disbelief
As now, Elrond himself approached.

With egg from the hen which he did poach.
He cried "O where is the Ham!?"

"Searching far and wide I am,
And never yet have found what I seek,

"I've looked from ocean depth to mountain peak,
And I've not found the perfect meal . . .

Then she turned cried a high shriek and turned Teal,
only eeries, three-toed foot-prints remain...

So it was that all had to restrain
Elrond's wroth at the egg thief

Who wore no more than a fig leaf
Underneath a tatty grey cloak












This is amusing and surreal, it reminds me of the little rhymes under the Rupert the Bear stories. :D

He tormented the Elf with a poke!
And turned tail and ran far away.

He ran and ran till break of day
Where he saw a mountain of fire...

The mountain was scary; indeed most dire.
It zoomed 'cross the land with a WHEEEE!

The Mount careered into a tree,
For Sauron the driver was drunk...

Hitting the trunk with a thunk,
the poem, it almost ended.

But the story teller contended
That the tale had farther to go

"For we cannot let it end in woe"
Quoth the wizard, viewing the mountain, with a grin.

But no one listened for he stunk of gin
And sung songs of fish and pie...

A stone giant singing "Fee oh Fie"
Kicked a ball at his stinky old head.

And the wizard (whose name was Fred)
Fell loudly to the stony ground.

Until by a Hobbit he was found.
He took him home and gave him tea...

Along with a pirate whose name was Smee,
And they talked long into the night.

Speaking most of how best to fight
And then of how to make peace

With the vicious-looking fleas
But alas! they were at a loss

For the table was covered in moss
But Lo! Gandalf the grey came there

And with a mischievous grin laid bare...
Good grief, he removed his cloak!

Sorry, couldn't resist. :D

Which was a complete hoax
And he styled his hare

Couldn't help that :p

and beholders' nightmare
was the thing laid green to their feet,