Saturday August 29th, 2009

The exercise:

Your four line poem topic this week: a feather in your cap.


A feather made of leather?
In your hat made out of scat?
Good sir you should consider
A fashion with compassion!


g2 (la pianista irlandesa) said...

A feather surely has no place
In my Donegal cap:
It's far too frilly for a hat like this.
Rough tweed, that's all, that's that!
- - - - -
The cap's probably all patched over, too, seeing as the Irish don't like throwing stuff away unless they absolutely have to do so. As long as it still has use (or the owner thinks it does), the thing sticks around.

Although, as much as I like those hats, my favorite hat is my blue Mucros House hat. It make me happy. ^^

Greg said...

Just spent the day Walking with Dinosaurs, so this might not be that good; I need a bath and bed, preferably in that order.

A feather in your cap

That's a feather in your cap,
A quill feather, plucked from
The blackest swan,
May all your words be golden.

Marc said...

g2 - a feather in a Donegal cap is quite the image. I think, for it to work, it would have to be a very small feather indeed.

Greg - well I hope you didn't tire your dinosaur out when you took him for his walk!

And I think you did very well, and that's not taking into consideration that you were tired :)