I know I know! I'm late. I told Joli I was ready, and then ... I fell asleep. ::swats own nose::
FUN WITH JOLI! TIMES THREE!
Topic: Cannibalism
To Do: VIOLATE MOTHER GOOSE!
Post the original Nursery Rhyme and it's violated twin. Voila!
A Week Of Birthdays
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for its living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
C'est moi!:
A Week Of Dinners
Monday's child with garlic sauced,
Tuesday's child with pasta tossed,
Wednesday's child, ground, made into paste,
Thursday's child, cubed, with ginger baste,
Friday's child served succulent and rare,
Saturday's child trussed and grilled with care,
But the child that's cooked on the Sabbath night
Is served with rice, beans, and delight.
Don't forget to go read HERS!
I love playing this game with her. :)
Oh my ... I made an omelet tonight of unsurpassed loveliness.
My tummy is exceedingly happy.
My mouth had an orgasm.
♥
I love breakfast. Even (especially?) when it is for dinner.
Omelet. You beauty!
Eggs whipped, folded thrice,
Filled with meat and veggies diced,
Cheese melts in beauty.
COMMENTS
POOL DROOL! Outstanding, except...now I'm hungry!
A magnificent assault on the senses of vegans everywhere.
This was so damned fun. :) We need to do more!
Six rules, three chosen by each of us:
J: 1) Rhyming Couplets
R: 2) Five stanzas, four lines each, 20 lines total
J: 3) Iambic pentameter
R: 4) Topic: Lemmings vs Aardvarks
J: 5) EACH stanza must have one onomatopoeia.
R: 6) The only foreign language flavor words we may use must be in Italian. At least one must be used.
Lemmings Vs. Aardvarks
They eyed each other warily, with hastily averted intent;
Two groups of critters skittering, one Orycteropus, one Rodent.
The Lemmings and the Aardvarks were scheduled here today
For our amusement (thine and mine), a game of chance to play.
“How do you like your dice rolled?” Sir Aard asked Mr. Ming.
“Why, I do not like bones tossed at all, you supercilious thing!
“I rather enjoy Holding Hands, and Folding others, too …
“The Devil’s Pictures scintillate – let’s play cards, oh yes, let’s do!”
Sir Aard stifled a chortle, feigning “rube” and “never played,”
While Mr. Ming, not fooled you see, shuffled and quickly said:
“The twos are wild, the kings don’t count, and ACES equal five,
“While odds are even, evens are odd, and you’ll be eaten alive.”
“I mean, we’ll each be dealt five cards, you see,
“Your flesh is safe, I don’t eat (al dente) meat …
“Much,” he muttered quietly, while Vark Aard stood his eyes aflash,
“You’re running off the proverbial cliff, you damned rodents are so rash!”
Lem hemmed and hawed, cards seed and sawed, “That’s nothing but a lie, mate!
“We lemmings do not suicide, it’s attrition when we migrate!
“I’m done with cards, you are an ass, no game of chance, go eat your ants!”
Mr. Aard waddled to the yard, turned his back and dropped his pants.
Make sure you go check Joli's contribution to our bad poetry fun! ♥
COMMENTS
Ok- you get my vote for the Baddest.
lol
I just noticed that I only did 4 stanzas. I suck.
YOu do NOT suck.
I adore your poem :)
hahaha! Loved it :D
I found an old lined journal of mine from 1989. It is full of exceedingly bad poetry.
The best of a bad lot is below:
A train of thought
pulled
by the locomotive idea
through
the virgin wilderness
of confusion.
...
Heh. I wrote a SHIT TON of bad poetry.
I breathe, and I wonder.
Is it time?
Do the quakes wait
To roll and rejoice the rocks?
Is it now?
Do the rains pose
The questions of the deluge?
Is it here?
Do the sounds emanate
In the joyous aether of a smile?
Is it?
I breathe, and I wonder.
The legal aide said,
"No lawyers in heaven. Now,
"Take the OTHER stairs."
COMMENTS
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birra
13:14 Aug 20 2011
..served with fava beans and a nice chianti?
Joli
21:07 Aug 20 2011
It's SO awesome! Very clever :)