The rules for the poetry game are simple.  Each person adds a line to the poem.  

Copy the last entry, paste it into "add quick reply," then add your line.

You don't have to be a poet to participate; the object is just to have fun.  That's all.  

Example:  When I was young and in my prime,
         I wrestled Grizzlies all the time.
         Now that I am old and gray,
         I only wrestle ten a day.  

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I'll start it off:

The other day I met a man,  

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The other day I met a man, if you understand
He smiled and said, "Nice day young man"
And I retorted, "Why yes it is, my very good man"

The other day I met a man, if you understand
He smiled and said, "Nice day young man"
And I retorted, "Why yes it is, my very good man"

Then suddenly, to my surprise,

The other day I met a man, if you understand
He smiled and said, "Nice day young man"
And I retorted, "Why yes it is, my very good man"

Then suddenly, to my surprise
His eyes got large and very oversized

Then suddenly, to my surprise
His eyes got large and very oversized
They looked like two big pizza pies,
That from the pizzeria you buys.  

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Those round large pizza eyes you see
Started spinning 'round and 'round to look at me
But what they saw was me in awe
For spinning eyes are not suppose to be  

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I found myself in a hypnotic state  

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The more I saw, the more I awed
For two eyes spinning, yet staring at me  

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He  said, "Make this stanza rhyme, good lawd"  

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Good lawd I said to the spinning eyes
Good lawd he said to my very surprised eyes
You must be dead, or not alive
Yes he said, are you surprised!  

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Good lawd, good lawd, by my Aunt Maude
You know that I am really awed
And very much to my surprise
I'm not dead and drawing flies.  

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Draw flies to my surprise
They're hard to draw, and no one tries
Those little dots with many eyes
They never pose, they never cry

The many eyes on the little dots
Are watching for the dreaded swats
They only pose for a second or two
Then off they fly into the blue.

Into the blue, you say they do?
But the blue is far above them too
Just think a sec, and be as fly
The blue, you see will be a surprise!!  

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Indeed it would be a surprise
if Mr. Fly made it up to the skies
He'd probably feel very regal
Until he bumped into an eagle

Said the eagle to the fly, with much surprise
You're up so high for a fly
How do you soar so high, and far
So far, so high ... a feat for a Fly!  

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Said the fly, I thought I'd try
To get up here to see the sky
But this is too high for my species
I'd rather be down there with the feces.  

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So the fly tumbled,tumbled down towards earth
The eagle just watched and sailed in the sun.
Downward and downward the insect did fall
But stopped at the feces before having a ball!  

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Said the fly, it's nice to be back home, ah
And to inhale this air with such a fine aroma.
Now I must go seek a female exquisite
And then we'll make some cute little maggots.  

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