Rhymes with Sandwich [Repost]

Prompt: Sneaky

witch-image

This was, I think, the first weekly 100-word challenge that I submitted to an online group a while ago. The prompt was “Rhymes with Itch” and I remember the group leader being surprised that I took the challenge so literally.

Rhymes with Itch

Sneaky Footsnap was a snitch,
He had a plan to make it rich.
Bertha Cussmore was a witch,
Who made a fortune selling pitch.
Sneaky dressed up like the bitch
Certain none would note the switch.
His clever ruse had one small hitch,
Sneaky Footsnap had a twitch.
By virtue of this telling glitch
Sneaky wound up in the ditch,
Lifeless, cold, without a stitch.


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How’s Waldo?

Prompt: Identity


Dear Wednesday,

Who the hell do you think you are? Or, more calmly, do you think you possess a reliable self-awareness, or are you kidding yourself?

How do we gauge our level of self awareness; how do we crack the code of what our “identity”— the fact of being who or what a person or thing is; self, selfhood, singularity, uniqueness— actually entails?

I think we all should be able to express our singularity in a western haiku poem. What, you are more complicated than that? No, you’re not. You have more similarities with the billions of other people in the world than you have differences. You like walking in the rain, Red Bull, sardines, Persian carpets? You loathe hypocrisy, mistrust the medical establishment, secretly love dogs more than people, admire those who don’t give a shit about what others think of them? Congratulations! You’re not unique.

English haiku is a three-line composition, broken down into 5-7-5 syllables, and featuring a lean, elegant style which often references nature or an unexpected juxtaposition of subjects (according to Wikipedia, if you need a source). But the western version is flexible, should anyone find the constraints too difficult.

Opaque surface pierced
By sunlight and forgiveness
Empty shell beneath.

That’s me after a five-minute attempt. I found it hard. Try it?

Meanwhile, cartoons about the topic and prompt identity are not abundant, though the first (and maybe second, least likely the third, but possible) of today’s selection of some of my favourite cartoons is tangentially so related:

cartoon waldo wonders


cartoon superheroes in underwear


cartoon duck hunting


Nanowrimo is coming soon, so off to prep. Happy week!

~~FP

Moxie

Prompt: Moxie

dachshund tan

There once was a doxie named Moxie
Who lived in a town called Biloxi.
He liked to play Yahtzee
While hearing Tchaikovsky
Then read a nice pamphlet by Trotsky.

There was a young doxie named Moxie,
Whose foxy young bitch was called Roxie.
He gave her a necklace,
She threw it in his face—
“I want diamonds, I don’t want Swarovski!”

 

Hyperbole and Day 5

Prompt: Hyperbole

white-dove

Day 5 of NaNoWriMo brings both hyperbole and humility.

hyperbole-poem

So true… unless that child is Donald Trump.

Humility, empathy, charity, tolerance, and respect are important for children to understand, too.

Vote if you can, pray if you can’t!

 


In case you can’t view the image:

HYPERBOLE POEM

What am I?

I’m bigger than the entire earth
More powerful than the sea
Though a million, billion have tried
No one could ever stop me.
I control each person with my hand
And hold up fleets of ships.
I can make them bend to my will
With one word from my lips.
I am the greatest power in the world
In this entire nation.
No one should ever try to stop
A child’s imagination.

5-7-5

Prompt: Fragile

black-dog-eyes

He is as fragile
As a baby untended.
He watches my eyes.

 


The above is an attempt at haiku and is similar to the real style of haiku poetry only by virtue of its structure, which in English consists of 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and 5 syllables. Haiku is meant to be original and evocative, or to capture a moment in time in a uniquely simple way, and actually not to present a simile. Haiku form is easy to learn (as they say about every game app ever) but hard to master.

The haiku above was inspired, for better or worse, by my black dog, who was staring at me this morning as I brushed my teeth. I was touched by his tentative yet steady gaze and the way we both unthinkingly acknowledged my absolute power over him. The powerless are vulnerable and it was a strangely sad moment.

I also came across this unconventional haiku while googling around for information:

A wise man once asked,
“Why, pray tell, is the sand wet?”
…Because the sea weed

Rhymes with Sandwich

Prompt: Sandwich

witch-image

This was, I think, the first weekly 100-word challenge that I submitted. The prompt was “Rhymes with Itch” and I remember the group leader being surprised that I took the challenge so literally.

Rhymes with Itch

Sneaky Footsnap was a snitch,
He had a plan to make it rich.
Bertha Cussmore was a witch,
Who made a fortune selling pitch.
Sneaky dressed up like the bitch
Certain none would note the switch.
His clever ruse had one small hitch,
Sneaky Footsnap had a twitch.
By virtue of this telling glitch
Sneaky wound up in the ditch,
Lifeless, cold, without a stitch.