Saturday January 25th, 2014

The exercise:

Write a four line poem that has something to do with: sugar.

Spent most of my work day in the bowling alley, as there was a small booking mid-morning (very pleasant) and a boy's birthday party early afternoon (very chaotic). Eight and nine year old boys hopped up on sugar with minimal supervision equals... whatever the hell that was.

Looking forward to a quiet day off with my family.


Icing tipped fingers,
Chocolate on his nose,
Spinning in circles,
Bound for... no one knows.


Greg said...

That sounds like quite the party; I'm not sure I would have enjoyed trying to manage a place when there's minimal supervision of the children. Well done for getting through it!
I think your four line poem really brings home what it must have been like too – too many children, too much sugar!

He called her Sugar till the day she died,
And when she went he cried and cried.
He sent her off to be turned into glue,
She was his horse; it was the right thing to do.

Anonymous said...

Hey Marc,
It has been an awfully long time since I have written something - well I did at school but that like 6 weeks ago. Anyway its nice to write again.

Sugar rush they call it,
When children craze over the sweet,
Sugar low they call it,
When children meet with their sleep.


I couldn't really think of much to write about, worrying a bit about school.


Marc said...

Greg - I was just glad we all escaped without anyone falling and bashing their head on something.

Hah. Jeez. Well, I hope he got a bottle or two to remember her by!

Papple - hey! Long time no see. Good to have you around again, and I'm glad the blog is helping you to do some just-for-fun writing :)

That's a great little poem, and I completely sympathize with the concluding sentiment :D

Hope school isn't dragging you down too much, and come back as often as you can.