This in NO WAY should be considered an avatar game it is cooperative poetry?

[Yidiot]

For those unfamiliar with the game
no need to hurry, push or shove
Type in (edit) and then return
to add a rhyme to the one above

Could be one line or maybe two
this I’ll leave up to you

At the end of this witty verse
I’ll type a line so I am first

For those who choose
not to play
Hit the back button
and go away

"I sit and ponder a question to ask
something brilliant that will last"
EDIT: COME ON ma!!
LMAO...This is great!...I'm gonna have to put these all in order

[unlizzards]

we live,
deaf to the land
beneath us
and no one to hear our speeches
Gosh I love canned peaches

[shultzie knows best]

The questions we pose are posted with cheer
But the real question we should ask isn't so clear
If we hold brotherhood and love so dear
Why do so many live in fear?

[Billy Costigan]

My condition is drunk...
My pants have been soiled.
Some half witted lines...
Created by me, yes I toiled.

I know nothing of meter,
line breaks or verse.
I sign in to Answers every morning...
This place is my curse.

The people I've met are priceless
Their love and humor, my guiding light.
I'll never give my friends up....
Not without a fight.

I thank you all for reading
The insight of a fool.
To my contacts, each and every one...
I treasure you as a jewel.

[Cold Kachina]

This isn't an acrostic man
I can do this I know I can ...
But most times I fail at this
Cuz it's a all rhymey and shiz
LMAO

Sorry ...

[Awkward]

drum my fingers on the desk
burn the notes, clear the mess

[lovechild]

blasted dastardly demonstration
of YA poet-participation!
Never mind the thumbs up, thumbs down
It's just good to have you all around!

[≤ Flattery Operated ©]

I've tried and tried
and still I am weary
of a game like this
I'm sure to lose,
you'll see why I was leary.

[Happy Hiram]

If I write it out two by four
perhaps I can say a little more
well, here comes nothing, sorry luck
(Darn, I wanted to go after Buk!)

[Madam Naka]

I will not edit but hurry through
for Billy you see is drunk.

Stalking is finally paying in spades
so here's my rhyme, you punk.