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Rules:
Rhyming couplets
Iambic pentameter
Must follow on logically.

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I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)

I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)
told us all around the kitchen table
"I'm forced to rent your home to dear Aunt Mabel."

I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)
told us all around the kitchen table
"I'm forced to rent your home to dear Aunt Mabel."

But John and Mabel, to be precise, are cousins,
living large off relatives. Their dozens

[This message has been edited by Lightning Bug (edited June 29, 2004).]

I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)
told us all around the kitchen table
"I'm forced to rent your home to dear Aunt Mabel."

But John and Mabel, to be precise, are cousins,
living large off relatives. Their dozens
of kids, it seems, were brought up in a stable;
they all run wild, and as for dear Aunt Mabel,

I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)
told us all around the kitchen table
"I'm forced to rent your home to dear Aunt Mabel."

But John and Mabel, to be precise, are cousins,
living large off relatives. Their dozens
of kids, it seems, were brought up in a stable;
they all run wild, and as for dear Aunt Mabel,

we only call her "dear" to be ironic.
She holds just one thing dear: her gin and tonic.


[This message has been edited by Roger Slater (edited June 29, 2004).]

I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)
told us all around the kitchen table
"I'm forced to rent your home to dear Aunt Mabel."

But John and Mabel, to be precise, are cousins,
living large off relatives. Their dozens
of kids, it seems, were brought up in a stable;
they all run wild, and as for dear Aunt Mabel,

we only call her "dear" to be ironic.
She holds just one thing dear: her gin and tonic.
She drinks because she feels the gnawing guilt
Of scamming ADC up to the hilt.

I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)
told us all around the kitchen table
"I'm forced to rent your home to dear Aunt Mabel."

But John and Mabel, to be precise, are cousins,
living large off relatives. Their dozens
of kids, it seems, were brought up in a stable;
they all run wild, and as for dear Aunt Mabel,

we only call her "dear" to be ironic.
She holds just one thing dear: her gin and tonic.
She drinks because she feels the gnawing guilt
Of scamming ADC up to the hilt.

What John announced could not have been absurder.
It left us little choice but Mabel's murder.


[This message has been edited by Roger Slater (edited June 30, 2004).]

I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)
told us all around the kitchen table
"I'm forced to rent your home to dear Aunt Mabel."

But John and Mabel, to be precise, are cousins,
living large off relatives. Their dozens
of kids, it seems, were brought up in a stable;
they all run wild, and as for dear Aunt Mabel,

we only call her "dear" to be ironic.
She holds just one thing dear: her gin and tonic.
She drinks because she feels the gnawing guilt
Of scamming ADC up to the hilt.

And "John" ain't John ("Unc"? "Cuz"? The point is moot)--
he's Bruce. John's how he's known to prostitutes.

I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)
told us all around the kitchen table
"I'm forced to rent your home to dear Aunt Mabel."
But John and Mabel, to be precise, are cousins,
living large off relatives. Their dozens
of kids, it seems, were brought up in a stable;
they all run wild, and as for dear Aunt Mabel,

we only call her "dear" to be ironic.
She holds just one thing dear: her gin and tonic.
She drinks because she feels the gnawing guilt
Of scamming ADC up to the hilt.

What John announced could not have been absurder.
It left us little choice but Mabel's murder.
We only needed plans to cover 'when'
having set a little trap up in the den



[This message has been edited by Jerry Glenn Hartwig (edited June 30, 2004).]

I thought we'd never hear the end of it
when Uncle John (the miserable git)
told us all around the kitchen table
"I'm forced to rent your home to dear Aunt Mabel."

But John and Mabel, to be precise, are cousins,
living large off relatives. Their dozens

of kids, it seems, were brought up in a stable;
they all run wild, and as for dear Aunt Mabel,

we only call her "dear" to be ironic.
She holds just one thing dear: her gin and tonic.

She drinks because she feels the gnawing guilt
Of scamming ADC up to the hilt. And "John" ain't John

("Unc"? "Cuz"? The point is moot)--
he's Bruce. John's how he's known to prostitutes.

What John announced could not have been absurder.
It left us little choice but Mabel's murder.

We only needed plans to cover 'when'
having set a little trap up in the den.

A trail of limes that led to her Beefeaters.
We ‘d shoot her then we’d stab her then we’d beat her