Alternating iambic trocaic pentameter
 

Rules:
Odd lines shall be trochaic pentameter
Even lines shall be iambic pentameter

Trochaic: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trochee
Iambic: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iamb

Add a line or couplet at the most please,
My friends let's see if we have bread or toast

Rhyming can be flexible.
Extra points if you have a neato anapest or dactyl and can use it to link the two lines together


Quote previous lines, and don't feel bashful about rearranging previous lines if the previous person didn't do it "right". I fully expect to get corrected in this thread, so don't get annoyed if someone edits you.

Morning in the shower, started thinking:
am I the kind of poet who can't stop?


Let's bold our stressed syllabubs for the first page or so to keep the pattern going.

Morning in the shower, started thinking:
am I the kind of poet who can't stop?
Mourning my lost soap I stood there blinking
Had I just washed my bottom or my top?

Morning in the shower, started thinking:
am I the kind of poet who can't stop?
Mourning my lost soap I stood there blinking
Had I just washed my bottom or my top?

Dinner table, coffee, Orange juice, Cheeri-
-os Make the hunger go and slumber flee.

Morning in the shower, started thinking:
am I the kind of poet who can't stop?
Mourning my lost soap I stood there blinking
Had I just washed my bottom or my top?

Dinner table, coffee, orange juice, Cheeri-
Os make the hunger go and slumber flee --
Well, okay, not flee, perhaps, but, weary
Of light, abide by waking's blurred decree.

Morning in the shower, started thinking:
am I the kind of poet who can't stop?
Mourning my lost soap I stood there blinking
Had I just washed my bottom or my top?

Dinner table, coffee, orange juice, Cheeri-
Os make the hunger go and slumber flee --
Well, okay, not flee, perhaps, but, weary
Of light, abide by waking's blurred decree.

Then twas time to leave and hit the road in
My freshly hellish clunker filled with hate

Morning in the shower, started thinking:
am I the kind of poet who can't stop?
Mourning my lost soap I stood there blinking
Had I just washed my bottom or my top?

Dinner table, coffee, orange juice, Cheeri-
Os make the hunger go and slumber flee --
Well, okay, not flee, perhaps, but, weary
Of light, abide by waking's blurred decree.

Then twas time to leave and hit the road in
My freshly hellish clunker, filled with hate,
Hate for car repair shops whose code, in
Effect, is "Cheat, and leave the rest to fate",

Often iPhone users show their colors

Often iPhone users show their colors
The arrogance of red, the smug of blue,

Often iPhone users show their colors
The arrogance of red, the smug of blue
Water drives their hands back in their pockets

Often iPhone users show their colors
The arrogance of red, the smug of blue
Water drives their hands back in their pockets
And air takes their foot from their shoe.