A Poet's Corpse

An Exquisite Corpse is a type of Multi-author Story wherein each participant adds a paragraph to a Story in turn. A Poet's Corpse takes the same Idea and adds the arbitrary Constraint of a rhyme scheme. The First Poster (In This Case, Me) Writes a rhyming couplet, and then half of another. The Next player along Completes that couplet, Writes a Couplet of their own, and then leaves another Half Completed Couplet.

ExamplesShow

There once was a Lad, his name was Jim
His Life's smallest problem was he couldn't swim
For he lived Eighty-Four Miles Inland

In the Midst of a Desert, Surrounded by Sand
His Greatest Issue was his life was Fraught
With a Plague of Bandits who he Constantly Fought
For Control of a Fountain which constantly Gurgled

And So On, Etcetera, Until Some Ill defined future point. If you think a Poem has come to a Natural Ending point, Feel Free to end it and Start a New Corpse. To End A Story, Cap It off With three Lines, And then Start Another Poem With The Couple+Dangler Combo. Some Kind of Linebreak Between Would Be Nice As Well

And With the The Ultimate Battle Was Done
He retired to his Fountain with his friends
And Of this daring Tale, You Have Reached The End

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He Stood in Thought, His Mind Distraught, His Armor Diamond Plated
In Front of Kate, her face Full of Hate, waiting to be Annihilated
When In Ran Dan, That Wonderful man, To deliver Them A letter

Rules;
1.No using words that Don't Have Any Rhymes. That's Rude
2.You can use nonsense words if you want to, but try to keep them discernible by context (even (especially) if you foist contextualizing the word off onto the next rhymer)
3. Keeping to the Meter is appreciated but not tantamount. (He Said, Absolving himself of this sin in advance)
4. Try to Keep things Orderly. Check to see if Someone else has Replied before you post your reply. It can get Chaotic, with Multiple Poem threads running concurrent Otherwise.
5. Be As Serious or as silly as you want.

Enjoy!
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Once upon The Ides of March
A young man sat beneath a Larch
His Head was filled with Many Things