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Kalle writes:

LINGO, Ireland’s only spoken word festival kicks off for its second year this Friday (Oct 16th). For the day that will soon be in it, the LINGO gang want to offer a pair of tickets to the epic opening night headlined by Tongue Fu (live improvised soundtracks for 10 world class performance poets) featuring LINGO Laureate 2015, Broadsheet’s ‘rickmeister John Moynes.
In true slam style we want you to battle with words. What better way than a ‘rick-off, using the opening line:

“To Lingo there went a brave poet…’

Lines MUST close at 5.20pm MIDNIGHT

Normal ‘rick-off rules apply.

Lingo

18 thoughts on “Lingo Wins

  1. Gary Flood

    To Lingo there went a brave poet.
    ‘Twas John Moynes and, wouldn’t you know it,
    His stuff’s patriarchal
    But carries the sparkle
    Of Champagne by Chandon et Moët.

  2. Stephen

    To Lingo there went a brave poet…
    who thought he was a linguistic know it-
    all-though he could rhyme..
    his pros were ill timed
    and his skill he failed to show it…

  3. Davos

    To Lingo there went a brave poet,
    Its repute and esteem he did know it.
    He regaled with his verse,
    And tried hard to coerce,
    The Laureate to buy Chandon and Moet.

    [Can’t go but couldn’t resist the challenge, ps, written before I saw Gary’s verse}
    Heard some of the acts on Arena, this will be a great event.

  4. Mourinho

    To Lingo there went a brave poet.
    Who was brilliant but too afraid to show it
    To get over the fear
    She went on the beer
    Now she’s brave but too drunk to rhyme

  5. Spaghetti Hoop

    To Lingo there went a brave poet.
    The contest he wanted to throw it.
    One night he did nick
    John Moynes of his ‘rick
    A rhyme so bad he ended up blowing it.

  6. Kolmo

    To Lingo there went a brave poet.
    The car quit, shit, I’ll tow it,
    What if I blow it?
    A boat I’ll steal and row it,
    to be honest, I ain’t much of a poet
    but the seed is there so I’ll grow it
    and maybe to Lingo will go a brave
    poet.

  7. Peadar

    To Lingo there went a brave poet,
    Whose poems never rhymed.
    He also hated traditional meter.
    Aubergine.

  8. pooter

    To Lingo there went a brave poet
    Something something something laureate
    Something something pigs ear
    Something Something Shakespeare
    Something something something something illiterate

  9. Spaghetti Hoop

    For balance…

    To Lingo there went a brave poet Moynes
    Twas sponsored, so there for the coins
    He rolled out a fine ditty
    It weren’t that too sh1tty,
    Now he’s belting them out to the nines.

  10. Spaghetti Hoop

    To Lingo there went a brave poet, Yeats,
    Who succeeded to barge in the gates —
    “I’ve come for for John Moynes
    I’ll spare him some coins
    He’ll join me as one of the greats”

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