Basically, we do the same thing, but for a poem. (I haven't been able to get a hold of Tobias to see if it's okay with home, so if you see this buddy, I hope you're flattered.)
Anyway, it's basically the same thing, but a tad more complicated.
There should be 8 syllables per line (I won't ask for iambic, as that would just crush most of you, but we are trying to get some consistency here, so please stick to 8.) The Rhyme scheme should be like this: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. If you don't know what that means you should ask somebody smart.
Basically we are trying to create a sonnet here, Monkey Barn style. I won't ask each person to rewrite the entire poem, just their line, but pay attention to where the poem it, as far as the rhyme goes. And people, let's try to have a coherent story, eh?
Oh, yeah: nothing whatsoever is to be from or going to Nantucket. (Koz, I'm looking in your direction.)
The first poem should be about Tracy Lynn, and I'll put the first line here to get you started:
There was a girl called Tracy Lynn
There was a girl called Tracy Lynn
ReplyDeleteWho was proficient with a spoon
ReplyDeleteShe wasn't too fat or too thin
ReplyDeleteHer right hook sent you to the moon
ReplyDeleteShe used the spoon to beat on dorks
ReplyDeleteshe'd use her hook to set you strait
ReplyDeleteNo spoons, she'd settle for a spork
ReplyDeleteThis is why she was truly great.
ReplyDeletedon't be fooled she will regulate
ReplyDeleteHer coolness fits her like a glove
ReplyDeleteWith style and grace she'll stimulate.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder she's the one we love.
ReplyDeleteIndeed she's our treasure trove.
ReplyDeleteWe'll cling to her and never rove.
ReplyDeleteOh and she's form Nantucket too
ReplyDeleteDudes. I'm practically speechless. And I love you all, too.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I STILL won't show you my Rack.
I promise to return as soon as I can unpack my spoons in a new hovel.
THANK YOU, MONKEY BARNERS, AND GOOD NIGHT!