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Brisbane,
sorry, i'm not good at writing poems eventhough i enjoy reading one.

posted by richinstore on February 6, 2007 at 7:06 AM | link to this | reply

Hi--lovely-this is my effort--

                Her cat-clinging on-with sharpened claws--

                      hair raised in spikes with fear!

              Desperately screaching-"Please witch--pause!"

                 (In it's heart--"I wish I weren't here!)

posted by Scramble on February 6, 2007 at 4:11 AM | link to this | reply

Troosha

Wow.

 

I'll have a go at illustrating that too!

Jo

posted by brisbane_artist on February 5, 2007 at 4:59 PM | link to this | reply

I'll bite...

Brew and potions
left behind on the stove
Wide brimmed hat
and flowing dress still in tow
Drenched by blazing desert sun
No where to hide, no where to run
Magic turning into beads of sweat
Melting mystic pays her debt

posted by Troosha on February 5, 2007 at 3:50 PM | link to this | reply

Course, it's all yours, Jo.
Have fun! Yes, the soggy froggies bit lends a bit of humour to it, to make it match with your quite light-hearted tone. The trouble with rhymes is they can direct you certain ways you might not have gone. But it's just a bit of fun. It'd be interesting to add another verse that didn't imitate the same structure quite so closely. Too late now, though!

posted by Antonionioni on February 5, 2007 at 2:42 PM | link to this | reply

Fondling frogs and feeling soggy

sounds good for a cartoon to me?

Jo

posted by brisbane_artist on February 5, 2007 at 1:28 PM | link to this | reply

Tonyzonit...you're awesome!

Thank you

is it OK if I illustrate this?

Jo

posted by brisbane_artist on February 5, 2007 at 1:27 PM | link to this | reply

Sorry, can't do pictures, but I'll add a verse in the same style.

                                             That hat

                                  Belongs to that fat old crone

                                      Sighing in her room

                                     Laughing on Hallows'

                                 Eve at the cross disowned

                             I suppose it matters she was born

                             Even though she just pours scorn

                                Hiding in the night all foggy 

                            Fondling frogs and feeling soggy

 

posted by Antonionioni on February 5, 2007 at 12:29 PM | link to this | reply