The Yellow Rose of the Republic (communal iambic heptameter)
 

Ok all y'all. Lets get a little crazy.

Iambic heptameter [shock] [whine]

aww... c'mon use your brain a little here

Emily Dickinson is probably the most prolific user of this type of verse


Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.[...]

many more examples at http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/en...son.html#poems

My own meager attempt in this realm from JT's kitten thread:

Today I hit a kitten with
my cold and cunning car
the paint was unaffected nor
the finish did it mar

Poor infant feline called by Death
by mine own hands depart
and live again a'dumpstered
back behind this grey Wal Mart


The fun thing about these poems is that they all can be sung to the tune of "Glory glory hallelujah" or "The Yellow Rose of Texas" or many of the hymns in most church's hymn books.

So! Lets give it a shot, shall we? Add as many lines as you feel inspired to contribute...

My coffee cup is empty and
my ass is dragging hard
I fear my health is failing and
my gut has turned to lard

My coffee cup is empty and
my ass is dragging hard
I fear my health is failing and
my gut has turned to lard

I drive to work with rage and
barely make it in alive
My boss is on my back and
I can't wait until it's five

My coffee cup is empty and
my ass is dragging hard
I fear my health is failing and
my gut has turned to lard

I drive to work with rage and
barely make it in alive
My boss is on my back and
I can't wait until it's five

Imprisoned in my chair I find
My eyes begin to strain
Computer keys a-rat-tat-tat
that masticate my brain

My coffee cup is empty and
my ass is dragging hard
I fear my health is failing and
my gut has turned to lard

I drive to work with rage and
barely make it in alive
My boss is on my back and
I can't wait until it's five

Imprisoned in my chair I find
My eyes begin to strain
Computer keys a-rat-tat-tat
that masticate my brain

I ate pure crap for lunch and now
I feel just like a slob
My pants don't fit so well
And I feel just like the blob

My coffee cup is empty and
my ass is dragging hard
I fear my health is failing and
my gut has turned to lard

I drive to work with rage and
barely make it in alive
My boss is on my back and
I can't wait until it's five

Imprisoned in my chair I find
My eyes begin to strain
Computer keys a-rat-tat-tat
that masticate my brain

I ate pure crap for lunch and now
I feel just like a slob
My pants don't fit so well
And I feel just like the blob

My tummy is a rumbling
I hope this time will pass
I’m lucky that I work alone
I can’t hold back this gas

My coffee cup is empty and
my ass is dragging hard
I fear my health is failing and
my gut has turned to lard

I drive to work with rage and
barely make it in alive
My boss is on my back and
I can't wait until it's five

Imprisoned in my chair I find
My eyes begin to strain
Computer keys a-rat-tat-tat
that masticate my brain

I ate pure crap for lunch and now
I feel just like a slob
My pants don't fit so well
And I feel just like the blob

My tummy is a rumbling
I hope this time will pass
I’m lucky that I work alone
I can’t hold back this gas

My hard drive crashed 3 times
I think i'm going to lose my mind
The sun is shining on my screen
I think i'm going blind

My coffee cup is empty and
my ass is dragging hard
I fear my health is failing and
my gut has turned to lard

I drive to work with rage and
barely make it in alive
My boss is on my back and
I can't wait until it's five

Imprisoned in my chair I find
My eyes begin to strain
Computer keys a-rat-tat-tat
that masticate my brain

I ate pure crap for lunch and now
I feel just like a slob
My pants don't fit so well
And I feel just like the blob

My tummy is a rumbling
I hope this time will pass
I’m lucky that I work alone
I can’t hold back this gas

My hard drive crashed 3 times
I think i'm going to lose my mind
The sun is shining on my screen
I think i'm going blind

I hate my job, I hate the world
And everything just sucks
But I stay upon the planet
'Cause that's how I make the bucks

The moon it lifts above my fence

The moon it lifts above my fence
I see it big and bold;

The moon it lifts above my fence
I see it big and bold;
It glares upon the ground below

The moon it lifts above my fence
I see it big and bold;
It glares upon the ground below
It withers, white and cold.

The moon it lifts above my fence
I see it big and bold;
It glares upon the ground below
It withers, white and cold.

The silv'ry moonlight glimmers o'er

The moon it lifts above my fence
I see it big and bold;
It glares upon the ground below
It withers, white and cold.

The silv'ry moonlight glimmers o'er
Swans sliding 'cross the silk

The moon it lifts above my fence
I see it big and bold;
It glares upon the ground below
It withers, white and cold.

The silv'ry moonlight glimmers o'er
Swans sliding 'cross the silk
Nightbirds passing show their plumage
More white than morning milk