My... erm... Challenge.
My challenge: To write a poem from a kitchen sink's point of veiw.
There's not much to life
Watching Ann heat a pan
Of silvery soup
From a weird looking can,
Nor is there much getting hit
With a pan,
Not just by Suzanne,
But by "sweet little Sam."
There's not much to life
Being in the clan,
That has the life span,
Of a... long time,
But I must tell you that
It's much better than
Being a gigantic,
Tan ceiling fan.
There's not much to life
Watching Ann heat a pan
Of silvery soup
From a weird looking can,
Nor is there much getting hit
With a pan,
Not just by Suzanne,
But by "sweet little Sam."
There's not much to life
Being in the clan,
That has the life span,
Of a... long time,
But I must tell you that
It's much better than
Being a gigantic,
Tan ceiling fan.
posted by Lunaka at
6:28 PM
4 Comments:
my my, miss lovegood.
you have interesting challenges. and i like them.
you think... um, deep enough for non living objects-i.e. umm.. a kitchen sink?- and i like that. interesting. very. i'd think it quite a good way to write new types of poems. must say. (should i try it?)
Haha.
Yes. You should try it.
It's kind of funny to think of what Max would do after she read this. Or tried to do something similar to it. Nice job, anyway.
Oh yeah, that would be quite amusing!
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