So it's kinda like pass on the story / pass on the poem
Except a tiny bit harder, because it has to be formatted right
The format is a sonnet.
So basically, one person adds a line
((if you don't know what a sonnet is formatted like, every line has 10 syllables, and the rhyming pattern is:
A
B
A
B
C
D
C
D
E
F
E
F
G
G))
I'll start it off. I guess after one sonnet is done, the next person can start a new sonnet?
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
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Pass On The Shakespeare?
Started by
oops gone
, Mar 24 2008 04:31 PM
#1
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:31 PM
#2
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:34 PM
or the song that plays in my mind
#3
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:35 PM
QUOTE
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
**Belongingnowhere you didn't do 10 syllables
#4
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:39 PM
sorry, i'll do better next time
#5
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:41 PM
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
#6
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:45 PM
QUOTE (Morbid Dreams @ Mar 24 2008, 07:41 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
#7
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:47 PM
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
#8
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:50 PM
QUOTE (Morbid Dreams @ Mar 24 2008, 07:47 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
#9
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:50 PM
QUOTE (Morbid Dreams @ Mar 24 2008, 05:47 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
and pain bled out of the shaking body
#10
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:54 PM
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
#11
Posted 24 March 2008 - 04:55 PM
QUOTE (Morbid Dreams @ Mar 24 2008, 07:54 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say,
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound
#12
Posted 24 March 2008 - 05:02 PM
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
#13
Posted 24 March 2008 - 05:05 PM
QUOTE (Morbid Dreams @ Mar 24 2008, 08:02 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Until they let loose the riot police,
#14
Posted 24 March 2008 - 05:07 PM
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Until they let loose the riot police,
To whom I rebuttle with packs and fleets,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Until they let loose the riot police,
To whom I rebuttle with packs and fleets,
#15
Posted 24 March 2008 - 05:08 PM
QUOTE (Morbid Dreams @ Mar 24 2008, 08:07 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Until they let loose the riot police,
To whom I rebuttle with packs and fleets,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Until they let loose the riot police,
To whom I rebuttle with packs and fleets,
Too bad their beating of me shall not cease
#16
Posted 24 March 2008 - 05:18 PM
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Until they let loose the riot police,
To whom I rebuttle with packs and fleets,
Too bad their beating of me shall not cease,
'cos one day, I'll end up behind brass bars.
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Until they let loose the riot police,
To whom I rebuttle with packs and fleets,
Too bad their beating of me shall not cease,
'cos one day, I'll end up behind brass bars.
#17
Posted 24 March 2008 - 05:22 PM
QUOTE (Morbid Dreams @ Mar 24 2008, 08:18 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
No one knows the words that are on my lips,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Until they let loose the riot police,
To whom I rebuttle with packs and fleets,
Too bad their beating of me shall not cease,
'cos one day, I'll end up behind brass bars,
Or about how I play on the highway,
So I will come close and tell you all this -
"Oh shit!" is the last thing those that trip say.
For their heads will be bloodied by a car,
Their foul intestines strewn upon the ground,
Their limbs will be severed and thrown afar,
Body parts on windshields of cars abound.
Screaming and chaos always fills the streets,
Until they let loose the riot police,
To whom I rebuttle with packs and fleets,
Too bad their beating of me shall not cease,
'cos one day, I'll end up behind brass bars,
My red butthole a display case of mars.
(as in mar, not Mars the planet)
I would like to take this moment to direct you to the poetry section, where one of my fantastic works is on display.
#18
Posted 24 March 2008 - 05:28 PM
Probably Will. And I'll go post this there too. Lol.
#19
Posted 25 March 2008 - 03:21 AM
does anybody wanna start a new one?
#20
Posted 25 March 2008 - 03:28 AM
I thought sonnets were 14 lines? or have i got my english revision all wrong?
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