This that and the other thing. Though there might be more of this than that. And little of the other things. Maybe.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Squirrelly "poetry"

There once was a blogger named, G
Who asked her readers to be
Thinking of things for her to write
They ignored her like she had the blight
She really doesn't think that's polite

Uninspired readers are not her goal
Alas, it appears they have no soul
So now she must think of ways to help
Maybe smack them until they yelp?
Or wrap them in bundles of kelp

Whatever she does, it'll have to be fast
Some readers might try to sneak past
While she's trying to find ways to end
This horrible rhyme that continues to bend
All poetry decorum without amend
Comments:
There once was a man from Nantucket...
 
Who liked chicken from a bucket
 
Ok, write the life story of a rose. From seedling to withered bush. From the rose's point of view.
 
Write about the oatmeal files :-) your journey towards eating broccoli...trying to clean that bathroom rug...the cave crickets from hell...the various U2 concerts you've been to or the people who have been there...or write about the world as seen through the eyes of a cat, fish, turtle, whatever...
 
A sad elderly gentleman sits in a kareoke bar.
 
Isn't the point of writing a blog being able to write what you want, not what everyone else wants? I'm confused. Maybe that's why I haven't started writing one so far.

But, if it's up to us, I vote against anymore U2-themed blogs.

The readers have spoken.

;)
 
All of the plants and vegetation are dying at the Zoo, but the animals havent been affected ... yet.
 
I'm guessing that there will be a U2 reference in tomorrow’s entry just to annoy B.
 
Woooo lookit all the comments.

Rose story is intriguing, it's taking root in my mind (what? me make a pun? Never!)

Hrmm not sure how to write a story just about the Oatmeal files. I'll keep pondering it tho. Bathroom rug & cave crickets are too hideous to focus on for any length of time. I've written of U2 shows & the peeps. Like the idea of writing thru the eyes of a critter. Definitely some possibilities there.

Hmm I'd have to research karaoke bars as I've never been in one.

Sure I write what I want but I was more fishing for ideas to write stories, not babble randomly. Sort of like The Blue Hand.

Hmm zoo plants dying but not critters. Hrmmm.

And Someone, would *I* do something like that? Moi??? 0:)
 
I'm shocked there wasn't an immediate U2 missive *just* to put me in my place. ;)

And, I'd be up for a resurrection of TBH...
 
I've tried, over the years, to put you in your place b. I don't recall ever being sucessful. Rather I don't recall us ever agreeing that I was sucessful. Dang blasted ego! ;)

A TBH resurrection would be great. Maybe I'll convert my writing blog to a new TBH home. Or just start a new one.
 
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