Tue 18 Feb, 2003 04:09 pm
And now Work calls, yet sadly I am loath
To answer't, and lounge in frowzy Sloth.
Some frolic calls me, to delay the time,
A Game is born, some Sport in prose or rhyme!
So, call to mind some glad or dol'rous Bard,
Reflect their words herein, 't'will not be hard!
And other eyes shall read, and reading, guess,
And guessing, write, and cozen Idleness.
Go on! Have a go!
Post in the style of, or in a parody of, an author you like, or dislike - and we shall see if we can guess!
(I have started us off, but 'tis a poor and hasty imitation)
OOh! Will have to think on it a bit, but great idea!
Well, hot damn. She does look real
royalty with real appeal.
Too bad she did not give the Duke
the kudos that she gave some kook.
and now she's paid the very price,
That made her lose her one device.
The smiles are gone
Her song has died
and now her heart
has stopped, denied
She did not count
On my false pride.
No matter, man,
Now what's your side?
(Hmm. Probably exceeds my skills at mimicry. Had to do this for Dickens -- whom I can't stand -- on a final exam once and came up lame. But will certainly be watching with innarest...)
Letty - no - but fancy finding such a poem! Mine is not a specific poem.
Babs - I have NO idea! Is it an American poet?
This is more difficult than I thought - I have been trying to think of some writers to imitate and thinking I would have to examine all of them very closely and then would still be exceedingly hard!
feel free to post a bit actually BY your author, and see how we go!
Candy's slow, and liquor quicker -
But liquor's heat can dim the flicker.
Myheart leapt up when I beheld a rainbow in the sky -
But now I'm old I only think of raindrops, and I sigh.
The white bear lived on icy floes
And unsuspecting Eskimoes,
But now he's tamed, his eyes don't flash,
He lives on old Big Macs, and trash.
He came upon a midnight clear,
He held my hand, and cried a tear.
But, when he'd caused my heart to swoon
And had his way, he came too soon...
Excellent idea for a game! :-D
Must think, must think ....
Incidentally, everyone. I did not reply in the style of the author that I posted. Rather, I simply gave a brief synopsis in couplets. Sorry
er, Deb. I searched everywhere for Babs' response. I couldn't find it
Methinks that second of the pair of the bunny's must be Dorothy Parker...
Patio, why do you not like Dickens?
First one Deb-would it be Mark Twain ?
hiama, Which first one? Good grief. This is confusing. Guess we'll just have to wait for Deb to get up from down in under there.
I was referring to Deb's first verbal masquerade in the form of a poem, seemed to me to similar in style to Mark Twain
hiama, I think that Deb has already said that the opening bit of verse was just contrived to get us started. I thought that it was "I Meant to do My Work today" and she responded ---neigh, neigh.... Those Aussies are a horse of another color.
Something has gone awry, here.
Mr. Dickens just doesn't appeal to me; I get turned off by his verbosity and his cartoonish characters. As a serialized author, he was essentially paid by the word. (Certainly don't mean to demean anybody who does like Dickens; my beef is with him and him only. ;-) )