Poem of the Masses

Come one come all and contribute your wit! Your tongue needn't be sharp, to add a line to it. Rattle your noggin and summon your grit, grind out some words and see if they fit.



The penultimate line of the poem is:

   Stupid small blue hippo

Your musing:

Name:


table no table


I need a kick in the pants: Insult Me
Try the Tandem Story

Beatnik Ramble

Peg Board - Care for a game of pegs?

Return to Rhyme generator