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Words and rhyme - game

But just think of that time you were on your bike,
Listening to that tune, while ( dangerously ) gliding freely on your wheels
Sometimes it just comes down to how it feels
to skate to music you love even if others don't
Whole novel with a story line at this point :LOL:
Themes can spontaneously develop in these poetry chains that go on for days, and other times they'll hop around with no topic connections. It's part of the fun :biggrin:
 
Sometimes it just comes down to how it feels
to skate to music you love even if others don't

Themes can spontaneously develop in these poetry chains that go on for days, and other times they'll hop around with no topic connections. It's part of the fun :biggrin:
But in the end, I think I won't
I've got to win the judges over first right?
 
I'll bet you have worn lots
of questionable costumes over the years
Some of them reduced my mother to tears
of laughter. (She had an offbeat sense of humour.)

[My most memorable was when our club did "Bambi" in a carnival and they had the smallest skaters cast as assorted baby animals. Adorable. Some of the teenagers, me included, were cast as trees, scattered around the ice to steer the little ones in the right directions and to pick up the ones who fell. In case any of the baby bunnies, birdies, and cubs got tearful, the tree costumes had pockets in which we kept handfuls of Kleenex. I've never felt quite so ridiculous on the ice as when I was plucking hankies out of knotholes in my trunk with my branches and mopping off a wailing baby skunk who'd got knocked down by a bunny.]
 
Some of them reduced my mother to tears
of laughter. (She had an offbeat sense of humour.)

[My most memorable was when our club did "Bambi" in a carnival and they had the smallest skaters cast as assorted baby animals. Adorable. Some of the teenagers, me included, were cast as trees, scattered around the ice to steer the little ones in the right directions and to pick up the ones who fell. In case any of the baby bunnies, birdies, and cubs got tearful, the tree costumes had pockets in which we kept handfuls of Kleenex. I've never felt quite so ridiculous on the ice as when I was plucking hankies out of knotholes in my trunk with my branches and mopping off a wailing baby skunk who'd got knocked down by a bunny.]
That story reminds me of a funny rumor
About how all the coaches at my club were all secretly immortal bunnies

( I have no idea how it got started, that's just what happens when you put a group of little kids together for hours every day, I think it may have had something to do with their - actually very astounding - ability to jump at their ages :cheeky: also I'm absolutely dying I wish I could have seen that performance hehe that sounds so cute )
 
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That story reminds me of a funny rumor
About how all the coaches at my club were all secretly immortal bunnies

( I have no idea how it got started, that's just what happens when you put a group of little kids together for hours every day, I think it may have had something to do with their - actually very astounding - ability to jump at their ages :cheeky: also I'm absolutely dying I wish I could have seen that performance hehe that sounds so cute )
As a mother and grandmother now, I think the littlest skaters are all honeys :love:
As a young teenager -- not so much!
 
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