Sunday, January 28, 2007

Slave to Fib Sunday

Hey, lady! Put your hands where I can see them!

Lordy, who can you trust these days?

Money is everything.

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 know you want to.

Go on!

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 time, Krafty Bitch left us with the topic of migratory waterfowl. My drippy response:

Bang!
Bang!
That goose,
that pintail
shoots across the sky -
as does my rifle; killing's fun.

Next topic:

The rhythm!

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dance,
El
Debarge!
80s hit:
Rhythm of the Night.
I preferred to ask: Who's Johnny?

Next topic:

super heroes

Anonymous said...

Tights,
Capes,
Gadgets...
Lantern jawed,
bullet-proof and fast;
Fantastic crime-fighting heroes.

Next topic:

"racecar" and/or palindromes

ucallmemadam said...

Look.
See.
A Car?
No it's not,
It was a lady
as I was I saw Isa.

Next topic

Fish and Chips

Ina

Anonymous said...

Fish
and
french fries?
Maybe not.
I prefer haggis.
Far more flavor, far more funky.

Next topic:

yoga

Kapitano said...

Bend
Stretch
And breathe
Inner peace
Energy balance
I can scratch my ears with my toes!

Next topic:
Boom Bang-a-bang