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.
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:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.
Last time, Brian left us with the topic of Croatoan. My fictional yet scientific response:
In death -
There is life!
Abortions will end
With the gnashing of croc's teeth. Balls!