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Here's how this works:
We start with some lines of stupid (or not so stupid) made-up poetry. Next person copies the poem and adds a few lines(hopefully they rhyme with their neighbors) and so on. Every new page (TOTPD!!!!), we'll post the entire poem and start a new one. So if there's any kind of story to the poem, try to wrap it up in time. Humor is the object here.

If you can stay on topic, do, but if not,
random lines
are perfectly fines.
(groan)
Limit yourself to a maximumof 4 lines, but preferably just one or two.

keep it clean as always

Alright, class...let's begin

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e're be told...

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e're be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e're be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses
His face a keytar grin...

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e're be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses
His face a keytar grin...
He teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e're be told
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses
His face a keytar grin
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countanance
So wicked-mad his skills

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e're be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses
His face a keytar grin...
He teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

so terrible was his countanance
so wicked-mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e're be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses
His face a keytar grin...
He teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

so terrible was his countanance
so wicked-mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,

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collect package; save adorable cat; you're really gullible.

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e're be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses
His face a keytar grin...
He teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

so terrible was his countanance
so wicked-mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
He teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
He teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he dream'd,
'Twas a glorious keytar night.

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EDIT: Accidental double post. Oopsie.

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
He teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
He teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

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You better believe it.

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

So out he set to make this dream,
With new and youthful vigor.

_________________
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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

So out he set to make this dream,
With new and youthful vigor.
Went forth to the Valley of Ernie,
Where his wealth would soon be bigger.

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

So out he set to make this dream,
With new and youthful vigor.
Went forth to the Valley of Ernie,
Where his wealth would soon be bigger.

and there he resided
raking in cash
until fate decided

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years
To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

So out he set to make this dream,
With new and youthful vigor.
Went forth to the Valley of Ernie,
Where his wealth would soon be bigger.

and there he resided
raking in cash
until fate decided
to give him a brobdingnagian rash

explaining the last paragraph
for something tragic happened
he lost control of the shift key

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years

To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

So out he set to make this dream,
With new and youthful vigor.
Went forth to the Valley of Ernie,
Where his wealth would soon be bigger.

and there he resided
raking in cash
until fate decided
to give him a brobdingnagian rash

explaining the last paragraph
for something tragic happened
he lost control of the shift key
and then and there was weapon'd

So with a rash and weapon wounds,
He went galumphing back

_________________

From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years

To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

So out he set to make this dream,
With new and youthful vigor.
Went forth to the Valley of Ernie,
Where his wealth would soon be bigger.

and there he resided
raking in cash
until fate decided
to give him a brobdingnagian rash

explaining the last paragraph
for something tragic happened
he lost control of the shift key
and then and there was weapon'd

So with a rash and weapon wounds,
He went galumphing back.
His head hung down, his keytar drooped.
his last pennies in a sack.

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years

To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

So out he set to make this dream,
With new and youthful vigor.
Went forth to the Valley of Ernie,
Where his wealth would soon be bigger.

and there he resided
raking in cash
until fate decided
to give him a brobdingnagian rash

explaining the last paragraph
for something tragic happened
he lost control of the shift key
and then and there was weapon'd

So with a rash and weapon wounds,
He went galumphing back.
His head hung down, his keytar drooped.
his last pennies in a sack.

He died of internal hemorrage
That fateful Wed-nes-day
And so began the freedom
Of his living keytar-- wait...

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years

To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

So out he set to make this dream,
With new and youthful vigor.
Went forth to the Valley of Ernie,
Where his wealth would soon be bigger.

and there he resided
raking in cash
until fate decided
to give him a brobdingnagian rash

explaining the last paragraph
for something tragic happened
he lost control of the shift key
and then and there was weapon'd

So with a rash and weapon wounds,
He went galumphing back.
His head hung down, his keytar drooped.
his last pennies in a sack.

He died of internal hemorrage
That fateful Wed-nes-day
And so began the freedom
Of his living keytar-- wait...

The keytar lived out the rest of his life
in tired-out run-down old shack

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From Panama to Ireland
The tale will e'er be told...
Of a man who played the keytar,
Until he was very old.

His hands had keytar callouses,
His face a keytar grin.
His teeth looked like the keys,
He was feared by all his kin.

So terrible was his countenance
So wicked mad his skills
That he was sent to live alone
Amongst the rolling hills.

He searched in naught for many years

To find his home again,
But through the heartache and the tears
His keytar was his friend

Whene'er the man would fall asleep,
He'd hold his keytar tight.
And in his head aslumber he reaped,
'Twas a glorious crop that night.

Of keytars here and keytars there,
Golden keytars everywhere,
This man's was the greatest ever seen.
A glowing, perfect, emerald green.

All the keytars, enthralled, bowed down
Fixated by it's rapturous sound
Alas, 'twas a dream
One fleeting indeed
But... fleeting with greed

The man went to purchase
a map to find a home
a map of lands he had not seen
a map of realms to roam

He searched to the north & to the south,
He searched from East to West,
He found a little cabin,
which seemed to be the best.

So he moved on in with his keytar
and the clothes upon his back
And he was so beat and tired
He decided to hit the sack.

Another keytar dream
Indeed, it permeated his senses
To dream, to play, the chords strumming away,
But at great expenses

He dreamt of a keytar pyramid
Standing with his on top
he awoke, and realized his life's dream:
To own a keytar shop!!!

So out he set to make this dream,
With new and youthful vigor.
Went forth to the Valley of Ernie,
Where his wealth would soon be bigger.

and there he resided
raking in cash
until fate decided
to give him a brobdingnagian rash

explaining the last paragraph
for something tragic happened
he lost control of the shift key
and then and there was weapon'd

So with a rash and weapon wounds,
He went galumphing back.
His head hung down, his keytar drooped.
his last pennies in a sack.

He died of internal hemorrage
That fateful Wed-nes-day
And so began the freedom
Of his living keytar-- wait...

The keytar lived out the rest of his life
in tired-out run-down old shack
'Til somebody play'd him too hard
And broke his keytar back.

NEW POEM'D!

The seal of the white north
Taking, breaking cheese in halfs

[I don't know where that came from, but random lines are perfectly fines, right? <winces>]

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