Same Title Challenge

The_Fool

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Anyone up for an STT?

I think i am going to change the rules for this one. Preferably poems to be posted in this thread by 7/31. No specific form. No specific rules or limitations on the poems.

You have to opt in for this challenge. Publically announce that you are interested in the challenge without knowing the title. On 7/24 I will PM the interested parties with the selected title. Nobody posts before 7/28. On 7/28 I will post the title on the thread. Anyone that chickens out gets Nanas...

After 7/28 anyone can opt in that wants to, but they get made fun of for not playing the game... :p

Well?



Current Playahs:

Fool
Eve
Ange
Carrie
Sara
Tesse
museofdragon
Tzara
WSO
Tath
Remec
Liar
Bijou
Manipulatrix
sophieloves
Cerise
MungoParkIII
Picodiribibi
tungtied2u
bluerains
drown
 
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The_Fool said:
Publically announce that you are interested in the challenge without knowing the title.
What's the title? You don't have a clue, do you?
 
I'll play if I can write it after I get back (August 1st or 2nd). But no extra rules for me, lol. I'm not being the only one to write a sestina!

Do you um have a title or is Eve right? :D

:kiss:
 
I'll be out of town. If I can play (i.e. if I am in hotel room long enough to use my computer) I will.

S.
 
The_Fool said:
Or else the title has me...
Is that a clue?
Is it an erotic or non erotic title or one that's totally open to interpretation, which I guess any title would be?
How many words in the title? :devil:
 
WickedEve said:
Is that a clue?
Is it an erotic or non erotic title or one that's totally open to interpretation, which I guess any title would be?
How many words in the title? :devil:


Hold on there Ms Mod. You should have a handicap given your access to things hidden to the rest of us. Just to be sure wear your tin foil hat, Fool, she's probably reeading your mind right now!

:eek:
 
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Tristesse2 said:
Hold on there Ms Mod. You should have a handicap given your access to things hidden to the rest of us. Just to be sure wear your tin foil hat, Fool, she's probably reeading your mind right now!

:eek:
He needs to wear his tin foil underpants.
 
Tristesse2 said:
Stoppit you two. I'm hysterical already.

I will. You know that Eve. It's really short for Evil because she'll talk me into actually writing a sonnet or some such with that title. She has power over me.
 
WickedEve said:
Is that a clue?
Is it an erotic or non erotic title or one that's totally open to interpretation, which I guess any title would be?
How many words in the title? :devil:

No.
Maybe.
Three.
 
Tristesse2 said:
Hold on there Ms Mod. You should have a handicap given your access to things hidden to the rest of us. Just to be sure wear your tin foil hat, Fool, she's probably reeading your mind right now!

:eek:


My mind is covered with a film of dirt, or smut or such nonsense.
 
The_Fool said:
My mind is covered with a film of dirt, or smut or such nonsense.
My mind is covered
with a film of dirt, or smut
or such nonsense.

I prefer to make you squirm.
That's why
I wear tin foil underpants.


Okay, there's the start of my poem. Hope your title fits.
 
WickedEve said:
My mind is covered
with a film of dirt, or smut
or such nonsense.

I prefer to make you squirm.
That's why
I wear tin foil underpants.


Okay, there's the start of my poem. Hope your title fits.

I'll make you squeak,
set your teeth on edge.
I'm sharp and I shine.
I pledge to wrap you in love
like a baked potato.
 
Angeline said:
I'll make you squeak,
set your teeth on edge.
I'm sharp and I shine.
I pledge to wrap you in love
like a baked potato.
I'm sitting here watching 101 Dalmatians with the kids and reading posts at the same time. Your potato line made me snort out loud. lol
 
Angeline said:
WickedEve said:
My mind is covered
with a film of dirt, or smut
or such nonsense.

I prefer to make you squirm.
That's why
I wear tin foil underpants.
I'll make you squeak,
set your teeth on edge.
I'm sharp and I shine.
I pledge to wrap you in love
like a baked potato.
Butter melts between her thighs
as the bacon bits of love
shower her with savoury saltiness
the sailor in a foil boat, afloat
in the gutter of life.
 
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