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Collaboration #3 - The Nomad

In order to get you fucksticks interested in posting here again I'd like to introduce the eatfoss collaboration shitshingles number 3 - "The Nomad". This one will be a song, coincidentally titled "The Nomad". It'll be a song about a guy that does nomaddy things, like wander around and travel and wander and stuff. He can be a bit crazy in the headbrain, if you like. Fuck, it's up to you, you're the one writing the song!

Rules:

You write four lines...
Your first line will rhyme with the previous participant's last line.
Your second and third lines will be your own, but they must rhyme with each other.
Your fourth line will be the setup - the next participant will have to rhyme with it, so please refrain from ending the line using "Purple", "Silver" or "Orange" (unless you know that the next person is a futureJazz follower and therefore knows about the new colours, "Pilver", "Urple" and "Porange"). Other non-rhyming words that might or might not exist in a dictionary somewhere are also bad choices.

Remember that, although regular eatfoss readers are within the top 0.02% of the planet's population when it comes to intelligence, there might be stupid people here too. I shall take this opportunity to say an unrelated "hello" to the Welsh boys.

I'll start you off with my four lines, plus a preceeding intro line to prevent my first actual line from looking out of place.

The Nomad

In ancient times of long ago
There was a man, of whom we know
His name escapes me, nevermind
The legacy he left behind
of travels to such lands afar

Go!

4 comments:

Jeffer McJeff of the clan McJeff said...

Like Mirakesh and Zanzibar
He searched the world
for love long lost
Of a memory carried in his heart

Anonymous said...

Of that lost forgotten art
Waxing chests
Through string vests
Seaching the globe for his master

Anonymous said...

To avoid a disaster
He was nearly out
of bee's wax and trout
He had to get some more


(you twunt, I had finally come up with a nice part that could pick up on jeff's part:)

Anonymous said...

Luckily, nearby was a whore
Who'd ask but ten pound
To gather them round
And refill their nomad supplies

- Mab