Sunday, December 10, 2006

She fib, he fib, we fib, I fib, you fib, they fib, be bop a lou bop, I hope he will Fib Sunday.

Shamone, Mother. Welcome to Bournemouth. And welcome to Fib Sinday. Ain't no law against it, yet! Oh, ok, Sunday, then.

She.

Cries.

Your.

Name.

If you don't know what's going on or indeed what Fib Sunday is, click
here to read the original instructions. Go on, you'll feel better having dug around in the past. Think of it as a form of time travel.

In brief:

1) I take the topic as given in last week's final entry, write a
Fib and give a new topic.
2) Your reply to the topic is in the form of a Fib in the comment section.
3) You then supply the next topic.
4) The next visitor replies with a Fib on the newly given topic and then provides a new topic and so on...

A Fib is a six line, twenty syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. The only restriction on a Fib is that the syllable count follow the
Fibonacci sequence. An example of a classic fib:

One
Small,
Precise,
Poetic,
Spiraling mixture:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.

Last week,
Rand left us with the topic of charitable giving. My response:

Give
Take
Exchange
You get cash
I get warm feelings
The kids get food, Bob gets kudos.

Next topic:

Tight, blue jeans!

2 comments:

Brian said...

I
want
to see
Barrowman
in tight, tight, tight jeans
and nothing else next Torchwood. Word.

Next topic:

He's a rebel and he'll never, ever be any good.

Lex Ham Rand said...

Why
so
surprised?
Your money?
He's taken it all.
He lied when he said he loved you.

Next topic:

Lake Michigan