S1Ep9: Too Much Rhyming!
Friends Michelle and Ilene tell you as they glean swell mean melodies with their jelly beans.
This week we discuss pre-performance rituals, the shortcomings of car bluetooth, and objects with bad street cred.
This week's prompt: Too Much Rhyming
Ilene's Song: Mr. Nice Guy
Michelle's song: Crow Flows
Friendship song: The Spell
Lyrics
-
By: Ilene
Doling out cash
To the needy and the weary
Gotta lotta fans
Dan and Stan and Lynn and Gary
And Mary and Carrie and Larry
And every Beverly you’ve ever seen
You’re a nice guy
But a little bit brittle
It’ll be a white lie
In the middle of a riddle
Kid’ll see a bright light,
Whittle nettles into petals
Bet he’ll ride high,
Jet’ll fly by, Mister Nice Guy
-
By: Michelle
Oh i'm home alone
in my own zone
I hear the ringtone
of my phone
caller unknown
so it gets thrown
gainst the window
get out the hose
strike a pose
how was i to know
our love was faux
lo!
opposed
as foes
so it goes
as the crow flows
i smell the rose
with my nose
touch my toes
why our time was sublime
but you crossed the line
with your crime
which made it kind of fine
i saw the sign and pine
i can't rewind
to when we first dined
and wined
you were the fruit i was the rind
peel me off
i don't mind
please don't scoff
at what you find
as you often do
oh you weren't true
i
knew
your lie
was see through
my guy is temu
he smokes green trees
to ease his disease
three reasons
mean i'm displeased
on the bus
thrust against trust
the air was must
your hair i tussed
you cussed with lust
easy teasing
oh you must
stop the hot thought
not now
dropping trow
get a towel
oh you're foul mouthed
out of your league
it don't feel real
i'm a settler
cause i could do better
But you prefer her
i defer
you concur
lay my fate
to your hate
every date
you are late
a cold plate
as i wait
and work up
in a state
i contemplate
To god I pray
But your appetite i could not sate
I won't stay
-
By: Ilene and Michelle
Amicitia, Gaudium, Fortuna, venite ad nos hac nocte.
At six to eleven we gather the seven
Our friendship attentive to all of our brethren
On the top of the hill a fine wine you must spill
For a chance to enhance until you get your fill
Be joy peace or power we come to the hour
Three golden rocks you must stack in a tower
Whatever the weather together we tether
Our fortune a portion to make one life better
In the darkness of night we’ve forsaken our sight
To give all for the one but the one must hold tight
Here someone dear will enjoy a whole year
Of riches untold if you keep your friends near
Amicitia, Gaudium, Fortuna dona nobis pacem.