I was very impressed by the talent on display inspired by the call to write a poem about the America's Cup, and decided that such skills deserved, nay demanded, a second showing.But what topic to cover? Well how about the possible (or possibly not) damage to Tillerman's Laser.
So how about it, blog readers of the world, present your poetry please, on the "Ode to the fallen Sailboat (or maybe not)".
I'll kick-off with these Haiku: there are two as don't know whether the news is good or bad, hence:
Alas it gusted fifty
Tillerman's Laser is lost
Now we are all sad
Or
Despite it gusting fifty
Tillerman's Laser is safe
Now we are all glad
6 comments:
Winter winds have stirred.
My lotus petal Laser
smiles. Oh joy, oh joy.
Winter winds have stirred.
My lotus petal Laser
weeps. Oh crap, oh crap.
JP: Haiku is like Japanese to me. How about a Limerick for St. Patrick's Day?
The storm has come and gone
And there are trees on Tillerman's lawn
with detour signs
and downed power lines
with no poles to hang them on
What Tillerman wants to avoid
is to hear that his laser is destroyed
Well, Oh my golly
She's still on her dolly
And that is the final woid
Bring tea for the Tillerman
Steak for the sun
Wine for the women who made the rain come
Seagulls sing your hearts away
'Cause while the sinners sin, the children play
Oh Lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day
Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam) I liked Cat better....
(This has nothing to do with the assignment, but I frickin love this short little song)
Tillerman's Laser ...
Is it live or is it dead?
Schroedinger's Laser.
(confirmation word: chest)
HIP HIP HOORAY!
The Boat Is OK!
I think Bonnie wins the award here for neatest poem of an Ode to Tillerman's Laser.
Of course all others are very good too - keep up the good work!
Post a Comment