The Friday Fling Rhymes Until It Hurts!
Friday Fling #241 for July 19th 2013
It’s midsummer and we’re in a happy mood.
We saw the Danny Kaye movie The Court Jester on TCM recently
and got a kick out of the wordplay before the joust scene.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4ni2FxH7v8
So we thought, let’s do tonguetwisty wordplay involving multiple rhymes,
drawing inspiration from the Danny Kaye and Bob Hope routines in the video.
No particular format or topic,
just as long as your poem includes multiple rhymes,
especially if they might tend to have a tonguetwisting effect!
Here’s a Limerick I wrote for this challenge
to serve as an example of what might work:
Witchy Fanny Rimes collected dimes
while Mammy Tammy Grimes lost some sometimes.
When Fanny met Mammy Tammy,
Fanny conjured a double whammy,
but instead of dimes, Tammy dropped rhymes.
Copyright July 16th 2013 RGD
This week the Friday Fling parties hearty in midsummer
with tonguetwisty rhymes!
Be sure to save time to read and comment straightly
on your fellow Pals tonguetwisting efforts.
Then go enjoy a happy summer weekend!
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for July 12th
Congratulations Ted!
Welcome to the Friday Fling’s rhyming tonguetwisting wordplay thing! Pull up a double rhyme or two and see what summer tonguetwister it might become a part of! 😀
I wrote this one for the CPC’s Wonderful Wednesday ice cream theme.
CATHY’S CLONE
In lean Cathy Keene’s ice cream dream,
she licked a cone, but not alone.
Mean Dean Green, the touchdown machine
put his licks in; not him, his own grown clone.
This made lean Keene beam, her eye did gleem
like when she was last moaning prone.
Her friend Jeannie Stein turned green,
though Mahoney Sloan was her very own.
Soon, in lean Keene’s ice cream dream,
she licked Mean Dean Green’s own grown clone.
Jeannie Stein was no longer seen.
She was shown downtown by Mahoney Sloan.
Do not soon prune this ice cream dream.
Grown gentle readers need not groan.
Lean Keene’s seamy, steamy dream seemed clean.
With consciousness regrown, it was stone unknown.
Copyright July 17th 2013 RGD
MY PLACE AND MY SPACE
(~^~)
As I sit in this space
I so wish it waz my place
So I sat low to dig
The hold dot so big
Now I had a place to hide
So I burrer my self deep inside
I waz so deep down I could swear I saz the sea
Oh my oh me
Even those I waz so low I felt high
Now I but wanna touch the ski
Wit me and my friends
Well that all depends
If the kin climb tall trees
And eat honey just like the bees
I will so make this space mine one day
And that will be so gray
(~^~)
Written By: Bettie ——————————– © July 18 , 2o13
Now this hyar un was worked up fer the CPC Thematic Attic Thursday challenge, where our host Bettie was lookin’ fer writes about bein’ in the doghouse, so to say. Hope y’all enjoys this un.
HILLBILLY HELL ON KILWILLY HILL
or
DOGHOUSE LOUSE
I have a sad tale of woe to tell
of how I arrived in hillbilly Hell.
Not a place that’s fun to be.
Nothing good to do, or see.
It happened at home near the old stone mill
way up towards the summit of Killwilly Hill.
A Kilwilly louse who was completely soused
aroused a grouse outside my house.
Result was quite unfortunate.
Reactions were importunate.
Shotgun I was cleaning at the window.
Soon grouse was on the dinner menu.
My spouse was not a fan of grouse,
and she has never been a mouse.
Condemned for being a louse,
I was banished to the doghouse.
You see she thought it a sin. Doh!
Before I shot, I had not opened the window!
Copyright July 18th 2013 RGD
A quick kinda tongue twister…lol
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The CPC
always welcomes me
it’s a joy to be
near friends giddy with glee
enjoying their rhymes du du du de
as far and wide across many a sea
so thankful I am on bended knee
for you see
friendship is the key…
Cherie c2013 :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
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Just rediscovered this one from two years ago. That’s your humble host in the tub, about 1947