Monday

That sounds like a fine idea!

In lieu of anything more practical to do.

MEME!
Put your MP3 player (or whatever) on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.


I Was Sitting In My Stall Like Any Other Day

I'm not in love with the modern world
Cry baby cry
Here she comes, in her palanquin
Always sing your love to me sweetly
I am a chimbley, a chimbley sweep

I tried to make you happy
Can I have your autograph?
I'd like to be under the sea
I don't want to go home for Christmas this year
Oh, comely

Walking in the park just the other day baby
Here's a prayer for the body buried by the interstate
I found a reason to keep living
Now that we've met
After all these implements and texts designed by intellects

This is my face
We had this dream
I'm a modern girl
In the evening
Well you can stay all night if you want to.


I totally used cinquains! I also tried this several times, and this was the only one I liked well enough to post. That's a shame, since my first effort seemed to be about how I went to jail for my Sapphic love. Towards the end I got too many long, well-known lines in a row and that pretty much ruined it.

This was much harder than I thought it would be.

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