Monday, July 16, 2007

Coming from this.

Well... I don't do poetry, so lets imagine someone called Kalvin has hijacked my blog.

It's not the truth, but it's a very good lie.

Little boy blue,
1) didn't have a clue.
2) For all he had to rue,
3) was a lack of chocolate fondue.

4) Exasperated! He flew,
5) with his very motley crew,
6) into clouds painted new,
7) by rain and a kitten's mew.

8) So then he bids his ship adieu,
9) and walks toward a gloomy view,
10) of rain and mist and lo, behold! A chocolate fondue queue.

11) Gods I must be dreaming, take an axe to me and hew!
12) For is that not in front of me, a sight seen but by few!

13) Slipping, sliding down the pew,
14) he turns toward the... ewww!
15) For alas! That marvelous fondue had turned into his beau!

16) What trickery! What sorcery! You, in lieu?!
17) And the boy woke from slumber under a tree, obviously yew.

18) Alas the dream was not to be, his craving born anew,
19) for all he had were memories, of his homework due.

20) And so the story ends, or could that be a ruse?
21) That faraway smell, of fondue of iridescent hue.

*Gah, I can tag 7 people but I'll settle for challenging anyone who reads this to beat 21 lines.

**Your phrases. 1) A marvellous noodle. 2) A magical rabbit hops.