[Because I can’t resist these. Snarfed from barelyproper]
Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first song is the title.
“The Last Picasso Was Just Acquired By Some Old Museum”
Ask me how do I feel?
A little gossip, a little chat.
They say he came from Germany back in 1838
The conversation pauses, while the waiter pours our tea.
We can’t always both be right. We sometimes disagree.
My grandmother’s house is still there, but it isn’t the same.
Say Al, you’re a guest here today, don’t you think you ought to start this tune?
Joesph’s luck was really out, his spirit and his fortunes low.
Everybody lives on street or in a city on in a town for what it’s worth.
I got a whole lot of things to tell her, when I get home.
No one ever tells you what it’s like to love and lose.
Though you’ve played at love and lost and sorrow has turned your heart to frost.
You’ve heard how us folks down in Texas
Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you.
Bye, bye love.
Just one look, and I fell so hard.
[Note: I didn’t include all instrumental songs. After all, what are the lyrics to the theme from “My Three Sons”?]