Today's Poem-writing rules:
1. As soon as you come up with a line that rhymes, use it.2. Don't think ahead to later lines.
3. Absolutely no editing allowed.
The result? Nonsense, naturally.
I Went to the Mountain
I went to the mountain where men are made miceAnd I said to the sentry, "Go get me some ice!"
The ice and the mice made a nice sort of pair
And I danced, quite entranced, all the time I was there.
I went to the desert of dutiful gloom
And mentioned a penchant for visiting tombs.
They led me along to the pyramid place
And I must have got dust on each inch of my face.
I went to the sea—oh, the sight-seer's sea!
And all of the shrimp started following me.
I warded them off with a horseradish branch
And those shrimp shrank away soon as they had a chanc[h]e.
I went to the arctic by penguin-drawn sleigh
And all of the lights were illumined that day.
I would have gone back on the morrow, except
Those pesky-pest penguins crept home while I slept.
I went to the city—oh shudder my heart—
And looked for that old, fabled gateway "New Start".
It just wasn't marked on my tourist map, though,
So I scuttled back home with three dreamers in tow.
I went to the moon—to the moon!—Yes I did
With a monkey called Mark and a pilot named Sid.
We watched the earth set, singing old campfire tunes
And roasted marshmallows on moon-dusted dunes.
I went home again after all of this fuss,
Taking two trains, a plane, and an ox, and a bus.
Packing them all was a task, I admit,
But I folded their wings in and then they all fit.
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