Shuffle Poetry
The first line of the first 20 songs your shuffle picks comprises the body of your poem. The first line of the 21st song is the title.
Lines Form On My Face and Hands
Icicle icicle,
Jailhouse rocker roots training down.
Some folks like to get away,
If you are going to San Francisco.
Last night I had a dream
How beautiful upon the mountain-
Hot, hot, hot, sweat, sweet.
Little miss muffet,
Let me tell y'all what it's like;
I heard there was a secret cord.
Hoy es un dia normal,
Beggar woman;
Well, Ali Baba had them forty thieves,
I would climb any mountain.
Ever since I was a young boy
I salute to you Commander.
Ready, Steady, Go!
My young love said to me.
I don't care
Some day my prince will come.
Lines Form On My Face and Hands
Icicle icicle,
Jailhouse rocker roots training down.
Some folks like to get away,
If you are going to San Francisco.
Last night I had a dream
How beautiful upon the mountain-
Hot, hot, hot, sweat, sweet.
Little miss muffet,
Let me tell y'all what it's like;
I heard there was a secret cord.
Hoy es un dia normal,
Beggar woman;
Well, Ali Baba had them forty thieves,
I would climb any mountain.
Ever since I was a young boy
I salute to you Commander.
Ready, Steady, Go!
My young love said to me.
I don't care
Some day my prince will come.