Sunday, March 18, 2007

Success has made a failure of Fib Sunday

Would you risk it for a biscuit?

Bonjour, dear reader, and welcome to Fib Sunday! It's been a while, but now der tag der poesie is back! Back!! Back!!! Etc.

Oh, and not only is today Fib Sunday, but it's also Mother's day. Well, it is here in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

Braun Independent. Beautiful hair. Any time. Anywhere.

If you don't know what Fib Sunday is, or indeed, what's going on, click here for the original instructions. Go on. Quick, while no-one's looking. It'll be our little secret.

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, Brian left us with the topic of Croatoan. My fictional yet scientific response:

Pa!
Down...
In death -
There is life!
Abortions will end
With the gnashing of croc's teeth. Balls!

Next topic:

Our home.

9 comments:

Brian said...

Brown
warm
kindness.
Tucked away
in Edinburgh.
If only all could know your love.

Next topic:

sometimes a cigar is just a cigar

Captain Sensible said...

Wet?
No.
Nor rank.
Not shitty.
Nor wrapped in johnny.
Just shrink wrapped and ready to smoke.

Next topic is "College"

Lex Ham Rand said...

Four
years
to learn,
to study,
and to drink too much.
After graduation, then what?

Next topic:

bicycles

Minge said...

Wheels,
Spokes,
Pedals...
...And two wheels!
But better with four.
Stabilizers mean no grazed knees!

Next topic:

Kissing.

Brian said...

Soft
lips,
hard tongue.
Chest tingles.
Oh, if this were love,
life just might fin'ly be complete.

Next topic:

Kermit the Frog's darkest secret

Minge said...

Pork?
No.
The frog...
He knew love.
To love what you eat
Is t'eat what you love. Secretly.

Next topic:

Love: an open secret.

Brian said...

I just want to say that I was very, very disturbed by that poem, Minge. Very.

It's
no
secret
where I long
to live out my days:
as Minge and Phyllis's neighbor.

Next topic:

a sentence that has never been constructed in the history of time

Lex Ham Rand said...

Hi!
I'm
George Bush.
I was wrong.
War is very bad.
And I support gay marriage, too!

(OK, that's technically FIVE sentences, or one salutation followed by five sentences. But I would argue that that speaker has never constructed the final three sentences in the history of time.)

Next topic:

Paying monthly bills.

Brian said...

Why
can't
I live
frugally?
Instead, I sit and
watch my money siphoned monthly.

Next topic:

the funniest song you've ever heard