What am I, chopped liver?Just kidding of course!
I enjoyed your lyric poem!
LOL, I'm the one who started this thread, so this mod has participated a little bit!Maybe not the kind of poetry you were thinking of, but here's mine:
A goofy young weasel named Ace
Was preparing a rich bouillabaisse.
"If Utopia were home," Ace said,
"I'd eat lounging in my bed,
"Instead of running in this rat race!"
Barbara
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahBarbs and Goodweed, I'm no poet and knowit, but you guys are good.....
ok, corny, like my stuff but still they contributed.........I'd rather read something light and funny these days anyway.......
just kidding, and I am nice, I only meant I did one too, didn't you see the wink in my post.............oh, come on be nice.........Lefselover......they weren't that bad.........
Sorry, lefs....now I've seen it, yours is great, too, I'm just bone tired and I really was just ribbing you.....glad you're a great sport----just kidding, and I am nice, I only meant I did one too, didn't you see the wink in my post.............
Hero
sublime
indicative
extrapolate
snail
Our hero, the ever-popular Sally Drake, who usualy sold seashells on the seashore, climbed into her snail-driven chariot and rushed to the next destination shown on the map. The wind blowing her hair forward was indicative of the chariot's speed, or lack thereof. But nevertheless, she led the search for the elusive treasure.
"C'mon Fred!" she cried. For in the distance behind her, she saw the cloud of dust kicked up by her arch-rival, William Von-Porcupine. Von-Porcupine, like herself, sought the sublime treasure that awaited the quest winner; and his squirrel driven wagon was so much faster than her chariot.
"Fred, let's extrapolate a little. Now old porky up there can maintain his top speed of 150 feet per minute for about three minutes before his squirrel starts huffing and puffing. He's about a hundred feet ahead of us and we're on the last leg of the quest. But we've three miles to go. Hmmm, If I figure right, that's a little over 15000 feet. His squirrel needs to rest every three minutes, for about two minutes. So he's in fact, traveling at about 450 feet for every five minutes.
You cover the ground at three feet per minute, but never tire. At your rate of speed, in that same five minutes, we travel fifteen feet. So, we need a thousand minutes to complete the journey. He needs, let me figure this out, thirtyu-three minutes to cover the same distance. I think we're going to have to break out the seret weapon...
Ok ladies and gents; I started the story, and included all of the words. Now someone else has to pick it up and finish it. Let's make this a collaberative story. But I think to be fair, everybody who helps, must include the five words as well.
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North
is a wonderful idea this was Barbara's thread, lets stick to here original idea OK? GW...why don't you start a collaborative effort in a new thread? I can split this off for you to start if you like.Ok ladies and gents; I started the story, and included all of the words. Now someone else has to pick it up and finish it. Let's make this a collaberative story. But I think to be fair, everybody who helps, must include the five words as well.
Barbara
well I have to be a good sport, it's not like I can come beat you up in 'wut-evah-khstan'
Actually I was kind of hoping, when I started this thread, that we could use just simple ordinary everyday words. Each person can then write as simple or complex a story as he or she wants to write. I had hoped that this would make everyone feel comfortable, as not all of us are professional writers.well I have to be a good sport, it's not like I can come beat you up in 'wut-evah-khstan'
oh and GWOTN, you're on your own with this list my friend, those er sum scary hard words.........
Barbara
