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Sentence Game
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shimmerfly
Well-Known Member
Harriet hyenna had henna hair half hidden, half hanging, hurting her howl horrendously.
SoggyShorts
Mathematician par Excellence
inuits intercourse in icy igloos.
shimmerfly
Well-Known Member
Jacob jumped joyfully jerking Janes jumpsuit jealously.
SoggyShorts
Mathematician par Excellence
Killer kangaroos know karma kicks Keenly
SoggyShorts
Mathematician par Excellence
My Madeline! my Madeline!
Mark my melodious midnight moans,
Much may my melting music mean,
My modulated monotones.
My mandolin’s mild minstrelsy,
My mental music magazine,
My mouth, my mind, my memory,
Must mingling murmur “Madeline.”
Muster ‘mid midnight masquerade,
Mark Moorish maidens, matrons’ mien;
‘Mongst Murcia’s most majestic maids,
Match me my matchless Madeline.
Mankind’s malevolence may make
Much melancholy musing mine;
Many my motives may mistake,
My modest merits much malign.
My Madeline’s most mirthful mood
Much mollifies my mind’s machine;
My mournfulness’s magnitude
Melts–make me merry, Madeline!
Match-making ma’s may machinate,
Manoeuvring misses me misween;
Mere money may make many mate,
My magic motto’s “Madeline.”
Melt, most mellifluous melody,
‘Midst Murcia’s misty mounts marine;
Meet me ‘mid moonlight–marry me,
Madonna mia! My Madeline!
— Walter Parke, “A Mellifluous Madrigal,” Ballou’s Monthly Magazine, January 1888
Mark my melodious midnight moans,
Much may my melting music mean,
My modulated monotones.
My mandolin’s mild minstrelsy,
My mental music magazine,
My mouth, my mind, my memory,
Must mingling murmur “Madeline.”
Muster ‘mid midnight masquerade,
Mark Moorish maidens, matrons’ mien;
‘Mongst Murcia’s most majestic maids,
Match me my matchless Madeline.
Mankind’s malevolence may make
Much melancholy musing mine;
Many my motives may mistake,
My modest merits much malign.
My Madeline’s most mirthful mood
Much mollifies my mind’s machine;
My mournfulness’s magnitude
Melts–make me merry, Madeline!
Match-making ma’s may machinate,
Manoeuvring misses me misween;
Mere money may make many mate,
My magic motto’s “Madeline.”
Melt, most mellifluous melody,
‘Midst Murcia’s misty mounts marine;
Meet me ‘mid moonlight–marry me,
Madonna mia! My Madeline!
— Walter Parke, “A Mellifluous Madrigal,” Ballou’s Monthly Magazine, January 1888
AtaguS
Well-Known Member
@SoggyShorts
Nobly noted!
Nobly noted!
ajqtrz
Chef - loquacious Old Dog
Planning Penny's passing, Perry proffered poisoned pistachio's perceptively. Penny partook. Poor Penny.
And..... for the rest of the story....
Madeline my moaning mind meanders.
Meeting memories made morose.
Many mistakes Madeline makes,
Missing my motives most.
Missing my mirthful music
Missing my mindful musings
Meanly missing moonlight marriage
Mistake! Mistake! My Madeline mistake!
Memories, Madeline, memories.
Midnight meetings making music
Making memories meaningful
Madeline making “muse” mean Madeline
Music making “Madeline” mean muse.
Must midnight’s march mean Madeline missing?
Must madness match my midnight march?
Must moans make my missteps meander
Moaning, “Madeline” my muse?
Mountains might my marching mark
Moors mop my moist mists
My muddled mind missing Madeline most.
Must make most my music missed.
— Walter Parke, “A Mellifluous Madrigal,” Ballou’s Monthly Magazine, February 1888 [Ed. Of course this might just be "tongue in cheek" you know]
And..... for the rest of the story....
Madeline my moaning mind meanders.
Meeting memories made morose.
Many mistakes Madeline makes,
Missing my motives most.
Missing my mirthful music
Missing my mindful musings
Meanly missing moonlight marriage
Mistake! Mistake! My Madeline mistake!
Memories, Madeline, memories.
Midnight meetings making music
Making memories meaningful
Madeline making “muse” mean Madeline
Music making “Madeline” mean muse.
Must midnight’s march mean Madeline missing?
Must madness match my midnight march?
Must moans make my missteps meander
Moaning, “Madeline” my muse?
Mountains might my marching mark
Moors mop my moist mists
My muddled mind missing Madeline most.
Must make most my music missed.
— Walter Parke, “A Mellifluous Madrigal,” Ballou’s Monthly Magazine, February 1888 [Ed. Of course this might just be "tongue in cheek" you know]
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LordVorKon
Active Member
Quick quetzal, quivering quail, quixotic quokka, quenched quagga: quadrupled quirkiness.
shimmerfly
Well-Known Member
Simple Sara saw silky snakes slipping, sliding sideways so swiftly she screamed suddenly sighing silly sighs.