Going to be a tad busy this weekend with visitors, annoying Klueless Decision Support System user calls (two already today and I haven't even had brekkie yet!). So I'm posting my bus ticket early.
The incandescently intelligent NanU has set us the challenge this week of using Blogger's verification words to make a poem. The orignal challenge is here. What everyone has done with it is here.
Looking at the words I had been collecting assiduously all week made me think of a far distant world, where some things are totally alien and others despressingly the same. I absolutely swear that every one of the whacky words in this pome is a genuine offering from Blogger.
The Stricnwa Blues
Zingsmo the Monion was sitting in a bind
He had noplex to go to, he was feeling left behind.
He couldn’t catch the winglys in their sudden, fluttered flite,
He had no-one to datie, he had no-one to fight.
Zingsmo the Monion was feeling rather down
His face was long and oungsful, and his tears would likely drown
A tralotli, a coloc, even, or a manchm, huge and grim
Now it seemed that no repows so sweet was ever meant for him.
Zingsmo the Monion eschewed his sullen fate!
He would saddle up his conepus, he would find his entsne-mate!
He would singsne her his encel-song, and lure her quickly in!
A life of breadab bliss, he thought, would be the cure for him!
Zingsmo the Monion soon met his heart's delight.
She smiled upon his encel-song, her noscr glowing bright.
He thought he'd die of happiness, his reonsci turning blue
When, 'neath the triple-banded moons, she said the words, "I do!"
Zingsmo the Monion, some nineteen soldles after.
A hive of screaming younglings has banished all the laughter.
His nagging mate’s coacewa has grown flaccid and much slacker
Oh, Zingsmo the Monion, you are a hapless facquear!
Zingsmo the Monion now aches to see the day
When he can flee his breadab prison and get himself away.
The moral of the story is, as we shall now rehearse.
Be happy with your lot in life - things can always get much worse!
What a joy - even though Zingsmo is lonely - I loved this gently rhyming tale
ReplyDeleteWell, Weaver Surpassed herself with briliance and you ,Argo, have matched it.Fantastico!!
ReplyDelete'Oh, Zingsmo the Monion, you are a hapless facquear!'
Was worth the bus fare alone and should go down in the annals of bloggypoetry.
I'm not looking yet!.. just came round to get some catchpah! :-D
ReplyDeletedamn!!.. you don't have them!!! :-) see you monday!
ReplyDeleteAh, such wisdom from this distant land! I loved reading this, Argent! And the term, 'facquear,' a certain elegance there. I'll have to remember that one. ; )
ReplyDeleteGewi - Thank you kindly. this was such a fun challenge.
ReplyDeleteTFE - I just knew you'd like the facquear line! You can't beat a spot of alien expletive in a pome!
Watercats - We had some last week but they started to go mouldy so I had to throw them out.
Jeanne Iris - I feat that the word facquear will be all anyone remembers from this pome ;-)
Thanks all for commenting.
Oh love it!!!!
ReplyDeleteVon - Hi! Thanks for dropping by, glad you enjoyed the silliness.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful tale from a distant land. I have had an oungsful face, and searched for an entse-mate, so how I understand the youthful Zingsmo.
ReplyDeleteI am astonished at how well these are working, and the plasticity of the human brain to invest new words with meaning simply through sound and context.
All of which is to say: this is brilliant! Loved it, and will remember Zingsmo the Monion for quite some time.
Brilliant! Take a bow!
ReplyDeleteTitus - Thanks ye kindly. This has been one of the most fun challenges ever!
ReplyDeleteNanU - Thanks, can't wait to read yours.
Zingsmo and his mate ~ what a pair, what a poem!
ReplyDeleteok - so i really liked this, it's really interesting to see where people have taken these words
ReplyDeleteEven though it's nothing like the name of your character put me in mind of early Genesis and Peter Gabriel, who had characters like Harold The Barrel and Moribund The Burgermeister - i thought Zingsmo would fit in quite nicely with them
You have so many of them! I feel very lazy now...
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back again!... THIS IS JUST THE BEST THING... EVER!!.. I'm still slightly wetting myself laughing... (although you didn't need to hear that)... There is so much that is great about this poem! :-D
ReplyDeleteHelen - Thanks!
ReplyDeleteDFTP - I love those Peter Gabriel names!
Rachel - It's not about how many you use - your pome was class!
Watercats - Did you get some catchpa in the end? Glad you enjoyed the pome, it was a hoot to write.
Oh, yes! Right up my alley! LOL !
ReplyDeleteI'm still chuckling!
ReplyDeletea hapless facquear! I love it
ReplyDeleteJinksy - Glad our alleys are so similar :-)
ReplyDeleteMartin H - Glad you enjoyed.
Niamh - I think that is the line that everyone will remember.
Ahhh!This was so much fun...
ReplyDeleteI bow to that morale of the story..
What a great take on the theme!:)
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! I was delighted beyond delight and found the bounds of hysteria. Will I ever forget "a hapless facquear"? Nope, not ever.
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smart, cool and funny.Brillig!
ReplyDeleteErratic Thoughts - Thank you, glad you enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteLydia - Aah, that line again! It's quite a favorite it seems :-)
Padhraig - Cheers!
Cheers everyone for taking the time to comment.
It's a staggering thought that somewhere in the universe there may be a planet where this makes perfect sense! :)
ReplyDeleteDominic - I believe in the whole multiverse thing, so I reckon that somewhere this has happened. In fact, I reckon that everything we write as fiction here is happening somewhere else, and over there, they're writing stories about mythical us.
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