What happens when an unstoppable iambic meets an immovable trochee?
And so it begins...
Kim - If I should die and go to Innisfree
Raak - Will there be honey still for tea?
Was this what you had in mind, Kim? CdM -
Do not go gentle into a yellow wood
blamelewis - Rage, rage that the colour's no bloody good.
(This one could continue if you like?) Simons Mith -
This game doesn't seem to have the vital spark a good MC game needs. Let's give it one last chance:
My neighbour, Mrs Fanshaw, is portly-plump and gay
CdM - So gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
- Audience - *shouts, screams, generally goes wild for Simons Mith*
Simons Mith - Like a blind old incontinent sheepdog, this game's had its day. Take it out to the barn with a double-barreled shotgun and blow the mother away. And I'm only saying that because I'm so fond of it.