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Here's a new game
It isn't the same.
Now's the time
To make your posts rhyme.
They must rhyme
All of the time
You lose if you make
A big mistake

Basically, your posts have to rhyme. If they don't then you lose. Also they have to be proper rhymes. If you don't do this I will eliminate you from the competition. You can talk about anything you want, but it has to rhyme.

I don't want to play your game.
This whole thing sounds pretty lame.
I have much better things to do,
Like working, playing, and much more too.
You can your silly fun,
And I'll be back when the game is done.

I shot shot to kill
Killing is a thrill
Libertarians moot
And don't give a hoot
I won't hesitate to shoot
I went in my tank
Drove over a skank
Bones went crunch
And someone threw up their lunch
So don't take the mick
Or you'll burn to the wick!

XD

A student teacher at school is named Anna
Who hates to eat bananas
Although she sounds like a bass
Don't get her pissed off
Or she will kick your ass!

Hello there, may I join in your game?
Yes, it may be lame.
Then again, I have nothing better to do, as you see, I am without fame.

At last, she became Queen.
Said we: "In CockneyRebel we trust."
And now the courtiers clean
A strident marble Routemaster bust,
which, by Buckingham, will never rust.

I found that I fell
in a Dr Seuss spell.
And word after word
became more absurd
than the last I had spoke.
Until I awoke,
and walked down the stair
to find a Who there.
"Alas! You still sleep!"
said the Who with a peep.
Then a sounding alarm,
like a tug of my arm,
pulled me from my dream,
or so it would seem.
At the stop for my bus
waited Grickily Gractus.
And when I got on
I saw eggy Horton
and a funny small man
selling green eggs and ham.
So to get away
I stopped at the cafe,
but they served me a dish
of red and blue fish.
I ran back toward my home
so I could be alone.
But I couldn't relax
cause there stood the Lorax!
"You can't run from a rhyme,
any more than from time.
'Till you stop all your doubt,
you will never get out."
And with that, he was gone,
and I hadn't thought long
'bout those words that were wise
when I opened my eyes.
I felt quite confused
and continued to muse.
Was I really awake?
Or stuck in double-take?
Guess I'll find which is true
when I get to play school.

-Rae

(I think I got carried away)

Sorry about that
Now I'll say Drat.
That means I've lost my own game
Now I feel really lame.