Rory, A Guy Called Bloke, started a challenge, to add an additional 4 lines to his poem about a Night out.
So the Multiverse was passed around and ended up with Susi, who was kind enough to tag me! 🙂
The Night Out!
Quite excited l am, seriously,
Not often that my friends and l go out,
For a night on the town so mysteriously,
To have a laugh and a fool about!
Though we have plans to go to town
But it is pouring down by buckets
We may go to see the circus and the clown
Let’s start the evening by first buying the tickets
Di of Pensivity 101’s bit:
Oh what a shame, they’re all sold out
Whatever will we do now,
I know, we’ll all go down the pub,
Have a pint and some decent chow…………..
But I hear an unearthly sound
Along with fiendish laughter and howls;
I would prefer to turn back around–
It’s two for one monsters’ night out!
As we turn, our way is blocked
By something large and yellow
He’s Big Bird – but his eyes are red
A zombified, HUNGRY fellow!
And behind him appears a shape,
Woolly with some blood-soaked stains
The Snuffleupagus’s mouth agape,
Desperately hungry for some brains.
Jim Hensen’s eyes are glazed over
as he moves past Snuffleupagus’s slow stride,
every known Muppet is seething and foaming at the mouth
Where oh where can myself and all my friends hide?
Linda Lee Lyberg’s addition:
The only place to go was down the manhole
and there, in the dark who did they meet
None other than the March Hare and Alice
having a steaming hot cup of pomegranate tea
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Walt Page’s addition:
Pornegranate tea is the drink for me
Change the Pom to Porn and you will see
The wonderful effect that it has on me
When you’re my age your reality is fantasy
Dorinda Duclos’ addition:
Lost in Walt’s fantasy, was little Jack Horner
Beside him, there was Jill, feeling rather numb
A bottle of Jack Daniels, empty in the corner
Beside it, the other Jack, with a bottle of rum
Susi Bocks’ contribution:
Jack and Jill, disheveled and with bad breath,
they frantically realized how late it had become.
Luckily, they sobered up quick with some meth.
Up their noses it went. Instantly manic, needing some gum.
The Dark Netizen’s contribution:
And to the shop they went, and bought a wad of gum
It was money well spent, for it killed the smell of rum.
As they sat shivering, cursing their vices.
They turned around to see a shadow, now this was a real crisis…
For the shadow rose from Jacob Marley,
Hideous in his ball and chains.
He pointed his finger pale and gnarly,
And gave them this message with great pains…
Now I tag Chuck Lindholm to continue this multiverse! 🙂