Yup – ’s a fair cop. That enjambment thingie doesn’t quite work with poems of but three lines and seventeen syllables. It doesn’t help that seven of those are adjectival either.
If the tourist board forks out the money,
I’ll write haikus that scan and are sunny.
Heck, I’d even write sonnets
On chic tartan bonnets,
And pretend Walter Scott’s books are funny.
March 1, 2008 at 8:24 am
mmmm
the first line does suggest you are very sick.
March 1, 2008 at 11:38 am
Yup – ’s a fair cop. That enjambment thingie doesn’t quite work with poems of but three lines and seventeen syllables. It doesn’t help that seven of those are adjectival either.
“Try. Fail. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
March 1, 2008 at 3:09 pm
But perhaps everyone else got it, and it was only me that thought of snot!
March 1, 2008 at 3:09 pm
(I didn’t actually, but when I was writing the first comment it occurred to me. So just malice, really, mentioning it)
March 1, 2008 at 3:39 pm
Berenike, I can forgive any criticism in the very first comment to favour my ‘blog with attention!
March 1, 2008 at 3:46 pm
Er, even if it comment wasn’t exactly the first. You get the general drift…
March 3, 2008 at 5:21 pm
The Edinburgh Tourist Board is not going to like it.
March 3, 2008 at 5:46 pm
I’m sure I could churn out some sunnier ones if the ETB would sponsor ‘em!
March 3, 2008 at 6:27 pm
If the tourist board forks out the money,
I’ll write haikus that scan and are sunny.
Heck, I’d even write sonnets
On chic tartan bonnets,
And pretend Walter Scott’s books are funny.
March 5, 2008 at 4:13 pm
I would kill for a chic tartan bonnet.
March 5, 2008 at 4:51 pm
Hey, that scans! Best of luck with finding one that wouldn’t make even a supermodel look like an extra in Brigadoon, though…