Challenge.... Write a parody

[UnderYourSpell]

Doesn't look like Ogg will answer in time so we are running out of time.
Write a parody of a song any genre 5 to 50 lines. this challenge will last until Sunday midnight, your local time (honer system folks ).
Last one in has the privilege, should they accept it, to start the next challenge thread, choose the title and determine conditions.

 

[oggbashan]

Doesn't look like Ogg will answer in time so we are running out of time.
Write a parody of a song any genre 5 to 50 lines. this challenge will last until Sunday midnight, your local time (honer system folks ).
Last one in has the privilege, should they accept it, to start the next challenge thread, choose the title and determine conditions.

I did answer. You were too fast on the draw. Six minutes between making it clear that you expected me to produce the next challenge and posting your own, but I prefer yours.

Here's one I wrote earlier:

Encouragements to an Author

Why so pale and wan, fond author?
Prythee, why so pale?
Will, when working hard can’t move her,
Drinking hard prevail?
Prythee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, dumb author?
Prythee, why so mute?
Will, when writing well can’t win her,
Writing nothing do’t?
Prythee, why so mute?

Quit, quit, for shame! Muse she may be,
This cannot make her;
If for you she will not be a lady,
Nothing can make her:
The devil take her!

Based on ‘Encouragements to a Lover’ by Sir John Suckling (1609-1642)

And one by jeanne_d_artois

Danish Parody
by jeanne_d_artois©

To post or not to post: that is the question.
Whether it is better in a file to bury
The twists and turns of a disorder’d mind
Or submit a spell-check’d copy to this site
And by posting end them? To post: no doubt;
No more: and by one act to say we end
The heartache, and a thousand natural shocks
Of writing frenzy – ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To post – to show
The same font as greater poets, well rhym’d:
To sleep unread, unheard – Ay, there’s the rub –
To low views, no votes, a poet may be doomed
When writing poems not classifi-ed erotic
Must give us pause. There’s the fear
That keeps an willing poet unnaturally silenc’d; .
For who would bear the taunts and jibes of some:
The unlicensed critics, the tearful importunity,
The pangs of well-meaning friends that may
Tear the matter from the meaning and spoil
The patent merit of the author’s words
When she herself might her quietus make
With the delete key? Who would creation bear
To grind and sweat under a Muse’s whip
But that the hope of something more like fame
The undiscovered acclaim whose happy warmth
No author can shun, puzzles the brain
And makes rather bare such skills we have
Than try some other that we know not of?
Thus creation does make authors of us all;
And how the native wit of composition
Is striven over with the pale art of thought
And anecdotes of great sex and passion
With the sweep of editing turn all awry
And lose all hope of recognition.

 

[oggbashan]

A new one:

Even such is time, that takes in trust

Our desire, our longing for sex to have,

And leave us all with lack of lust;

Who, in the aged response to love,

When we have wasted all our days,

Seals up the springs of our ways

But from this lack, this decline and rust,

Viagra shall raise me up, I trust.


Apologies to Sir Walter Raleigh.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Oh well they can do both lol

 

[Mrtenant]

Or
Maybe
They
Can
Do
Neither

 

[HarryHill]

..
https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=gif+of+head+on+train+wreck&qpvt=gif+of+head+on+train+wreck&view=detail&mid=AC303D7628A883950E3DAC303D7628A883950E3D&&FORM=VRDGAR
...

 

[cascadiabound]

Mythical language scrabble

place the board
count the tiles
praise the gods and goddesses
mark out the stars
cusps and houses
ascendant and conjuncts
unicorns and minataurs
sirens and silkies
Apollo and Zeus
Allah and Jesus
along with any myth
the player can concoct

I play...

Zorinna​

Goddess of oreos and tears.

She smites those who eat only the creme filling
and provides magical wishes
for those who beseech of her
blessings in time of need

Word score = 32

 

[captainman2018]

My Share Of The Sex Chores

Sunday, I came home and wondered where my wife would be
before I found her fucking the head
of the cock of our neighbor which made me feel dumb
before his wife made me feel something else instead.

She came up to me, unzipped my pants and started sucking
my dick and cupping my balls while I kept on watching
my wife getting fucked doggy style by my best chum
and he allowed her to suck on one of his thumbs.

And then, I looked at his wife and let myself see
that both she and my wife were two women in heat
before the neighbor's wife allowed herself to
make me go anal on her which really made my dick grow.

That was just before my friend's wife happened to say,
"I bet that you never thought of getting laid
and I never thought that you would be so bold
to get fucked by a pussy that is not so cold."

And while my friend's wife and I touched each other
all over and I allowed myself to kiss her on the shoulder
while I watched my wife getting my friend to make her
cum while she watched me fuck his wife for sure.

And after she grabbed my friend by the shins
and make the cum shoot right out of him,
I finally finished my share of the sex chores
without seeing any of us getting so bored.

That... of course... happened on the one Sunday
in which I joined my wife and neighbors in getting laid
and hope that even I would not get too old
to do something that some folks would consider too bold.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I don't know what songs any of these are parodys of

 

[captainman2018]

I don't know what songs any of these are parodys of

Sorry. The one that I had done entitled 'My Share Of The Sex Chores' could be sung to the tune of 'All Star' by Smash Mouth.

 

[HarryHill]

..
All Star: Smash Mouth
...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Sorry. The one that I had done entitled 'My Share Of The Sex Chores' could be sung to the tune of 'All Star' by Smash Mouth.

That's not what a parody is

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Any C & W Heartbreak song

A woman's heart lies bleeding
and I know what I did wrong,
gave my love too eagerly,
now I sing the heartbreak song.

My ole dawg Blue I buried him
beneath the storm struck tree,
he got run down by my brother's truck
the day you both left me.

Chains that bound, now grow rusty
hung from the ole Cottonwood tree,
my pussy is sad, .. it's weeping,
no more spanking bent over your knee.

My Daddy was a gambling man
although he lost most of the time,
when he died Momma found he'd
lost the house, and hadn't left a dime.

So now they all have left me, husband,
with brother, Momma, Pa and Blue,
but my pussy still is always weeping,
again chained after your Mountain dew.

 

[butters]

i'm just a little omeletto of a man....

is this the real lit, or real reality?
step on a landmine to escape its banality
open your mind, now look deep inside and seek
more inspiration, create me a symphony

because i'm just a little hangry so
an apple would be nice to go
or a pie cooked nice and slow
doesn't really matter, jusssst feed me

dumber, must eat the fans
but - yikes - not until they've read
my sad drivel, wait - they're dead!
mama, writings just begun
no metaphors to blow it all away...

bummer... ooohhhh ooooh
you know i should have tried this high
if i don't post again until tomorrow
sing a song, bang a gong, 'cos fuck it if it matters

 

[UnderYourSpell]

is this the real lit, or real reality?
step on a landmine to escape its banality
open your mind, now look deep inside and seek
more inspiration, create me a symphony

because i'm just a little hangry so
an apple would be nice to go
or a pie cooked nice and slow
doesn't really matter, jusssst feed me

dumber, must eat the fans
but - yikes - not until they've read
my sad drivel, wait - they're dead!
mama, writings just begun
no metaphors to blow it all away...

bummer... ooohhhh ooooh
you know i should have tried this high
if i don't post again until tomorrow
sing a song, bang a gong, 'cos fuck it if it matters

I can't stand the original and much prefer this version! Bravo

 

[HarryHill]

A woman's heart lies bleeding
and I know what I did wrong,
gave my love too eagerly,
now I sing the heartbreak song.

My ole dawg Blue I buried him
beneath the storm struck tree,
he got run down by my brother's truck
the day you both left me.

Chains that bound, now grow rusty
hung from the ole Cottonwood tree,
my pussy is sad, .. it's weeping,
no more spanking bent over your knee.

My Daddy was a gambling man
although he lost most of the time,
when he died Momma found he'd
lost the house, and hadn't left a dime.

So now they all have left me, husband,
with brother, Momma, Pa and Blue,
but my pussy still is always weeping,
again chained after your Mountain dew.

:Applause:

 

[UnderYourSpell]

:Applause:

Thank you lol

 

[UnderYourSpell]

They've got sows
big as cows
They've got highways of cars
but the rain drenches often
so let's go for a jar.
When you first caught my eye
on a cold Monday eve
you promised that
heaven was waiting for me.
I was loud
you were flashy,
the band playing trashy
and when they stopped playing
we begged please no more.
Some threesomes were swinging
your drunken friends singing,
we kissed round the corner
then you stayed overnight.
The lads of the local Rugby Club
were singing Yogi Bear
and the sirens were ringing out
across the square.

With apologies to the Pogues!
Fairytale Of New York

 

[cascadiabound]

I'm gonna give some head
I'm gonna drink you in
The sexiest sight my eyes can see
Is your big broad grin and dark eyes staring slyly at me
Waitin' on her sweet hot kisses
as she snuggles close upon my knee
This moment just a taste of many for you and me

Cassie calls from Austin
The desert's hot, the time is right
And that same intense burning need fires your soul
Will drive us together
With a passion hot enough it’ll keep you awake all night
Show this ole world that these lovers may yet roll the die anew

Pull down the bed
Pull down the bed and lay our naked bodies down
We'll discover the new truths in our intertwined limbs
Don't let me go luv
There’s gonna be time enough for more lovin’

I'm gonna give some head
I'm gonna drink you in
I'm gonna fuck you all night long
Until we break another bed

Darcy leaves for IndoChina after equinox
And then Shaun, he got sick
While our love grows stronger ev’ry day
Pixels and poetry still bind us by the moon and stars
Still searching for each other’s hearts (each other’s hearts)
And reaching for your hand (reaching for your hand)

Rest your body and soul with me luv
Ignite your heart’s desire once more
Taste my skin, touch my curves luv
Kiss every wicked place
eliciting every kind of moan
May the marks you leave
be the sweetest memories of this place

Pull down the bed
Pull down the bed and lay our naked bodies down
We'll discover the new truths in our intertwined limbs
Don't let me go luv
There’s gonna be time enough for more lovin’

I'm gonna give some head (I'm gonna give some head)
I'm gonna drink you in (I'm gonna drink you in)
I'm gonna fuck you all night long
Until we break another bed
I'm gonna give some head
I'm gonna drink you in
I'm gonna fuck you all night long
Until we break another bed


Get out the Map - Indigo Girls

 

[UnderYourSpell]

cascadiabound tag you're it

 

[HarryHill]

Verse one of Sunny (Soggy)

Soggy,
Yesterday my life was filled with rain,
Soggy,
thunder rumbled, downpour again,
more dark days to come, no bright days are near,
my soggy ass just sitting here,
Soggy go away, go away

 

[cascadiabound]

cascadiabound tag you're it

I will get on it and start a new thread and link it tonight or tomorrow morning.

 

[captainman2018]

That's not what a parody is

Actually, it depends on one's point of view.

 

[cascadiabound]

I will get on it and start a new thread and link it tonight or tomorrow morning.

Here is the next challenge: All About Time

 

[HarryHill]

Soggy,
Yesterday my life was filled with rain,
Soggy,
thunder rumbled, downpour again,
more dark days to come, no bright days are near,
my soggy ass just sitting here,
Soggy go away, go away

..
raining today: Verse 2

Soggy,
You're back in my life once again,
Soggy,
an umbrella just don't stop the rain,
wet to the knees, my spirits are damp,
shoes are a mess to my distress,
Soggy go away, go away.