some like it not
some like it bought long after it rot.
everybody rhyme with me . . .rhyme until the word sound is expended, then begin with a new rhyme. If a new rhyme starts, and you can still rhyme with the previous one, then bonus points to you.
Have you gotta another ot sound? fun times ten if you do.
old gobbo is afixiated with pot
the drunk passed out on the cot
-Imp
That cot caught a lot of that sot.
And the part that was not
Was a leg - wet, that got
For the cot was on top of a yacht
A yacht that was bought by a 'bot
that was wrought in a forge that was hot
blew his nose in a rag full of snot
-Imp
the nose blow rang out like a shot
which frightened the three-legged dog “Spot”
he only then what he had wrought
he thought he’d shot his snot
but the snot was shot upon a braught
which was about to be eaten by Scott
what a lot!
a bunch of shot snot
to be consumed by Scott!
Yet, we’re still waiting for Godot
[size=67](yes, I know…)[/size]
But while he’s gone we’ll take Pol Pot.
[size=67]literary snob!!![/size]
Ah, I remembered what I forgot.
Come, pop a squat.
And I shall tell you what is and what’s not.
Hot to trot,
and something of a swot,
I give that g-spot all I got.
though what I got may not be a lot,
after the shot, it sure was taut.
as taut as a thrller suspense plot,
in which good and evil both faught.
i’ve got a thought
perhaps the sound we’ve got
ought to change every page (in memory of Spot)
who was frightened by the 'bot
who blew his nose like a gunshot
in a rag full of snot
starshines ends time with its draught
but aquarius’s age shall not
No objection have I got
to the suggested change in plot
the coffins were shuffled a lot
when the undertaker changed the plots
now which body where will be forgot
-Imp
the dead were living - not
in a quite uncomfortable spot
over which no one fought
to better his or her lot
I almost forgot
A new word that I’ve got
It is a long shot
And won’t rhyme with the lot
But I’ll mix it in the pot
Cause Bess has a soft spot
for BLUE