Rhyming Game - Continue the Story in Ryhme

"watch out for the bed mite", then he said
"I'm gonna toast a peice of bread."

 

With a blinding flash, he struck me at the head. I woke up screaming, looking at 7 dwarves atop my bed.

 

I punched those guys and how they bled
My bedroom floor was a sea of red

 

But now I felt a sense of cold dread.
Those guys, THOSE GUYS are now dead!

 

Then came along - a big bobsled

 

It glared and I was full of dread
Until he said, "I need some sweets!"

 

Followed by those irritating tweets

 

Which graced the grimy London streets.

 

The next challenge that I shall beat

 

Will be the feeling of the heat
or the shoulder that turned so cold

 

My mind was reeling in a haze,
from all the confusion of this scene
I had trouble finding a point,
to this narrative daze

So let me start back where I was,
back in those grimy London streets
where there's a candyman on the corner,
selling delicious sweet treats...

 

But the smell was over come by his dirty feet

 

And snooping around became dead-beat.

 

to the point where he could see his feet

 

As they slowly sank into the damp concrete.

 

there was something that stood oblique

 

That sat on a seat and began to excrete

 

but then ten thousand men began to bleat

 

Tilting his head and narrowing his eyes he wondered what it could be.

 

And he realised with horror, 'twas a mirror, "I'm looking at me!"

 

The mirror scared him, it made him flee!

 

Watching from the mirror, a spirit chuckled with glee.

 

And then softly whispered to thee
"How would you like to challenge me?
You must, if you wish to be free.
In the sky or under the sea?"

 

What manner of challenge do you propose
By sea or sky, I shan't deny
a trepidation to apply
myself to aught that comes to blows

 

If a fight must come,
By sea or air;
Then I prefer to fight by land.
Tis only fair.