I yanked this meme from Cari ’cause hers cracked me up. Emo poets, watch out!
Take the first line of the first twenty songs that play on your shuffled music (wherever your shuffled music originates). The first line of the twenty-first song becomes your title. Here’s my poem–apparently I’m having girl trouble.
I’m Free to Do What I Want Any Old Time
by Becky and her iTunes
Green-eyed girl
Give me one more chance
What good is the dawn
Oh, it’s been such a long, long time
At night it hits me cold
You want to give your love away
Walked out, goodbye
I give her all my love
Girls can wear jeans
It’s quarter to three
All I know is the way that I feel
So you think you’re a Romeo
Cain slew Abel
Moon River, wider than a mile
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Know it sounds funny
She’ll let you in her house
Am I real?
Let me in here
When the night has come
And since I’m being poetic, occasionally (okay, twice, whatever, this is my LJ and I’ll say what I want to) Mark G. Harris assigns poetry writing tasks to his friends. He finds a past blog entry we wrote and asks us to rewrite it–in verse. He last did this on November 2, assigning me this old post of mine from May 2008. November 2…which is…uh….three months ago today and…um…er….GREAT WRITING TAKES TIME, PEOPLE!
So without further ado–and note, Internet, that’s ado, not adieu, but let me not interfere with your massacre of the language so that I can commence my own.
That Day You Got Your Nails Did
Lucy and Marilyn watched from the wall
That day you got your nails did
Madonna was hanging out, too,
But was all into herself
And couldn’t be bothered with you
Each twitch from you became sound
In the nail tech’s giggles
She clipped and filed and buffed
Around your nervous cuticles
Good theater, but you didn’t let me pay
I drove your manicure to Starbucks
To wrap itself around a frappuccino and a Camel
We kept an eye out for handsome men
But got dirty dogs and a rainbow
We’re soaking in it, Hardhat Boy
GREAT POST BECKY!!!!
Who is this?
Made me laugh.
“Hardhat Boy.”
Now I don’t have to suffer through hunting down a title the next time I pen some erotica…
I posted my “megamix” poem. Apparently, mine is about a high school boy who got dumped by a girl. Or something.
It’s full of anguish!
I’m the current person in ” The Dog House” w/you and L
Oh, THAT Anonymous. I don’t have a doghouse. Want to hang out in the crate?
Yea,I could go for that … When & what time???
I’m glad that you posted one, too.
😀
Yours is great and makes more sense than mine did!!
I must know who this green-eyed girl is who’s tormenting me so. Maybe it’s Summer, who’s never available to model for me anymore.
Hee!!
Well. You know. She was looking pretty hot in her leather attire! I think that she is probably heading for the airport with that guy she found on the motorcycle….
I’m sure that she’ll get back to you.
Eventually.
😉
From the Countess DeLave in 1939’s The Women: Oh, l’amour, l’amour, how it can let you down.
Aw, one of the best days of my life, immortalized in voyse (“verse;” I’m speaking Brooklynese this evening). I still remember the getting that story acceptance, hopping up and down and suddenly the state of my nails became top priority haha
“Immortalized in verse” may be overstating this little nugget.
Voyse
I can just hear Whoopie in Jumping Jack Flash, down the road telling off the phone booth operator to find her for the quarter, only to be towed away, while a block away, the talk of the town is the famed published author getting his nails done.
Like poetry, man
ROFLAMO 🙂