A friend introduced me to the Infamous Second Line, a word game in which you have to make a rhyming couplet from the first line of a famous poem, retaining meter, and now we can’t stop playing it. Here are some of our better ones:
Because I could not stop for Death,
he ran till he was out of breath.
Shut not your doors to me, proud libraries,
although I owe a bunch of massive fees.
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
shout “Hey you kids! Get off my lawn!”
I heard a Fly buzz— when I died—
The compost pile has multiplied.
Whose woods these are I think I know:
the whole damn place is rigged to blow.
She walks in beauty, like the night,
until her maid turns on the light.
I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
lest my erstwhile mistress should find me, and dot me one in the eye.
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
screaming, without pause, aloud.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre,
I cough, because my plane’s on fire.