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Poetry Challenge The following is a bit of verse composed by tstar. As you can see, it has its roots in what is likely the most familiar and oft-corrupted pieces of rhyme in the English language. His intention is that all you frustrated poets out there give free rein to your creative talents, and put your own mark on his composition by changing it, verse by verse, or in its entirety. He will be away enjoying his holiday in Playa while this transformation takes place, but intends to monitor the progress of the undertaking, and has vowed to submit daily trip reports during the duration of his trip. Michael has asked that I post the poem for him, in his absence, and solicit your valued input. Please send me your proposed changes by way of the PM system, and I will see that the alterations are made, stanza by creative and inspired stanza, by editing the thread. You are invited to monitor the mutation of this bit of doggerel by keeping an eye on the initial post. So, there’s your challenge. A test of this forum’s inhabitant’s creativity, imagination, originality, inventiveness, and vision. Let those amongst you who are longest in nerve, but perhaps shortest in talent, cast the first stone. Who will pick up the gauntlet? Send me your PM, specifying which verse - by number - you would like to replace, and I will see that the amendment is made. Bear in mind that your modification may well be short-lived, if some other poet submits a subsequent revision, so your celebrity may be fleeting. What was it Andy Warhol said about 30 seconds of fame? Come along, faithful Forum Folk, get those fertile imaginations working and those artistic juices flowing. 1. T’was four months beforePlaya, and all through the suitcase, Was sand from my last trip, which left little space. The flip flops and sunscreen were ready to go Alas, with four months left, the wait would be slow. (Squish 08-21-04) 2. Now Tsar's in Playa, Deseo's home base, Flip flops on their feet and a smile on their face, Tequila, mojitos, rum punches a plenty And surely a couple shrimp tacos (or twenty) (Michele 8-19-04) 3. When out from the Barrel there came such a squealin', Young ladies with Cuervo, you know what they're feelin'. Pedestrians darted and then started to dash. Off came halters and T-shirts, they started to flash. (Rick Muldoon 08-22-04) 4. The bottle was dry, not a drop to swallow. Leading the way to the guilty borracho. With a smirk on his face, he laughed and he cheered, "I'm from San Marcos, Texas, and I'M NOT SKEERED!" (Denisea 08-21-04) 5. With Leppy and L'il G, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be a trick. More devilish pranksters could not be to blame, Or so I thought, until they called them by name. (Denisea 08-21-04) 6. Now Critter, Now Bumper! SunSeeker! and Roni! Come on Squish! Greek2Me! Tyra! and Seakony! To the beach at Playacar, to play Bucky Ball. Now vamanos! Vamanos! Vamanos all! (Denisea 08-22-04) 7. With collapsible coolers and drink mugs in hand, They made their way onto the sugar white sand. The boys, too distracted by boobs on the beach, The ladies knew surely a "win" was in reach. (Michele 08-22-04) 8. Once we unpacked, down the stairs we flew, And we said to ourselves, "What shall we do?" Should we explore the beaches, and swim willy-nilly, Or eat till we're bursting and drink ourselves silly? (SunKneeMarie 08-23-04) 9. The Beer Bucket and Blue Parrot, we're walking right past. I need a workout fix...and I need it fast. To max out my biceps, my glutes and my quads. I know it's vacation - but I can't lose this bod! (SunKneeMarie 08-22-04) 10. So back to the room for a roll in the hay. Take a hot shower and it's round two for the day. If they keep at that pace, like Anna & James, Might find themselves picking their own baby names. (baylainphilly 08-23-04)
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Class Clown
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So...wassup with you guys? Not a single suggested change or improvement to tstar's poetry? I can scarcely credit that!! Mind you, as has been noted, Michael did a heckuva job on the original product, and any alteration might be looked on in the same light as drawing a mustache on the Mona Lisa, but I'm having a difficult time believing absolutely nobody in this artistic group has anything to contribute. Has everyone's poetic muse deserted them?
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I have a hard enough time NOT putting my foot in my mouth...let alone when I'm trying to rhyme or be consistent with metre.... Anyway...better or not...I think tstar would like us to contribute a verse or two...which goes to Bumper prior to public release... |
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añejo
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Here we go guys.......
Now Tstars in Playa, Deseo's home base, Flip flops on their feet and a smile on their face, Tequillas, mohitos, rum punches a plenty And surely a couple shrimp tacos (or twenty) |
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