Best Declining RSVP Award
Dismal solitude.
Journey halted. Absent from
Weekender revel.
– Elizabeth H.
Best Declining RSVP Award
Dismal solitude.
Journey halted. Absent from
Weekender revel.
– Elizabeth H.
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Arrggh…nooooo. And I was bringing my new Perez Prado so that you could translate it for me.
So now Debra must merenge alone.
Desesperacion.
Haiku inventor
Must have had seven fingers
On one of his hands
Fire up the blender
We appreciate real fruit
Don’t forget sake!
(Note: that is “sake” as in the polysyllabic Japanese wine!)
For your pleasure – I call it “Rhyming Fibonacci”:
(1)He
(1)Who
(2)Laughs last
(3)Must be slow –
(5)Can you calculate with telemetry?
(8)You should all recognize from the very beginning;
(13)That there is no greater medium than the combination of math and poetry.
(21)We should give it a new name – something like “mathetry” or “poemath” or something really catchy… how about poemathizzle or mathezepoeimming?
If these poems are not brought to life with performance during the official slam, Muses, I assure you, will weep.
Please think of Peter Cooke’s vicar as you read this……
A Weekender’s Thanksgiving
As we rinse the algae from our swimsuit crotches
As we dig the rich Wisconsin earth from under our toenails
As we scrub the smell of Limburger from our fingertips
Let us give thanks.
For armloads and blenders, Fibonaccis and FIBs*
For spacious bathrooms that are not steamy
For vodka gimlets and stagnant tubes, liverwurst and young coconuts
For sitcom Shakespeare amidst monochromatic cows
Oh, let us rejoice in Aristophanes and also the sublime
And the look of childlike wonder as a new GoH owner is born
But most of all, dear weekenders, let us be truly grateful
That we are John Hoffman Family and Friends.
Amen.
*F#%king Illinois B*#@tards