What happens when an unstoppable iambic meets an immovable trochee?
And so it begins...
Kim - If I should die and go to Innisfree
Raak - Will there be honey still for tea? Was this what you had in mind, Kim?
CdM -
Do not go gentle into a yellow wood
blamelewis - Rage, rage that the colour's no bloody good. (This one could continue if you like?)
Simons Mith -
This game doesn't seem to have the vital spark a good MC game needs. Let's give it one last chance:

My neighbour, Mrs Fanshaw, is portly-plump and gay

CdM - So gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
Simons Mith - Mornington Crescent
Audience
*shouts, screams, generally goes wild for Simons Mith*
Simons Mith - Like a blind old incontinent sheepdog, this game's had its day. Take it out to the barn with a double-barreled shotgun and blow the mother away. And I'm only saying that because I'm so fond of it.
This is the end of the line. There is no more.