Sunday, April 22, 2007

Goodbye Fib Sunday

She knows if she touches it, she'll break it, dear reader.

I wish that I was married
And all my work was done
Living with my ma-in-law
And sleeping with her son


Bubble and squeak, mon amour. And welcome to Fib Sunday.

If you don't know what Fib Sunday is, or indeed, what's going on, click here for the original instructions. Or if poetry's not your bag, try this, a gallery of men in kilts. It's really quite fabulous.

Oh, and by the way, I've recently learned to count to ten. Look:

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. So confident am I, I'm thinking of resitting GCSE/standard grade maths. But not before I've mastered eleven to one hundred. It's the teens, they get me every time. Why can't it be oneteen, twoteen, threeteen...?

I might write to The Queen and complain. She's a good girl and loves the common people, always taking their side. You know, the lowly ranks, the Baronets and Life Peers.

Hark at me, veering from the subject at hand, my little maid! Fib Sunday...

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, Matty finished off proceedings with a poem about Anne Murray. Sadly, he didn't leave a new topic. The last person to do that was Anjou Wu with quality or quantity?

My superior and abundant response:

This
time
I know
it's for real.
Stories of our lives:
Lots of small cocks or one big one?

Next topic:

Cruel world!

10 comments:

Brian said...

Why
must
I deal
with people
with bad toilet aim?
Unfair! Scrubbing pee stains again.

Next topic:

Was machst du jetzt?

Ian Thorpe said...

Ich
bleib
hier.
Wo bist du?
Ich tue nichts
Aber weinen ohne dir.

The next topic is unusual names.

Minge said...

Miss
Doe
Was no
girl squirrel.
She had nuts, for sure -
In her cheeks, not between her legs.

Next topic:

Nature.

matty said...

bored
green
it grows
now sticky-er
it smells funny, my
head, wait is this about nature?

next topic:

Mickey Rourke. ...I like him. I don't much care for places in want of cement. I guess I'm left confused. Anyway, sorry! I failed to leave a subject. I wasn't even sure if I did it right. One can never be sure when it comes to Anne Murray.

Lex Ham Rand said...

Rourke
likes
to box,
and act, too.
A recent facelift!
Tough guy actor now looks surprised!

Next topic:

traveling for work

Ken Monteith said...
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Ken Monteith said...

(Yikes, I posted, realized my last line had only 7 syllables, deleted, rewrote and reposted!)

I
Don't
Know when
I'll be home
But when I get there,
I'll have tiny soaps and shampoos.

Next Topic:

Oversized rodents

Minge said...

A
tail
yards long.
Two teeth like...
huge guillotine blades -
A gash on my tummy, guts spilled.

Next topic:

Joan Collins fan club.

Brian said...

I
love
me some
Alexis.
Fight with Linda Evans!
A bitch queen if e'er there was one.

Next topic:

Frump Friedkin and the greasy doughnuts that ate a hole in the chocolate covered tarpaulin hiding Brad Pitt's frozen banana hammock

ucallmemadam said...

Hard
this
will be.
Difficult.
Mention still be made
of eggs and the farts they cause.

Ina

xxx

Next topic - same as Brians