Saturday March 9th, 2019

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: party crashing.

Mine:

Francesca was at a tres fancy party,
Sipping tea from a gold cup,
When the waiter arrived with a fresh teapot
Which then - zut! - tout de suite blew up.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Um... I know I said I would handle anything you threw at me, but... really? I suppose I'll have to get creative now, and I was expecting it to be a peaceful day, being Sunday and all :(
Still, yours works very nicely with it, though I'm not at all certain that anyone would drink from a cup made of gold... it's denser than lead, so it's going to feel about as heavy as a lead cup and probably going to leave dents in the table-top. The meter seems a bit odd in places (the second line's rather short and the fourth line's a little bit long) but then that foreshadows the abrupt explosion at the end, so I think it all comes together. And that's two deaths so far. My money is on you beating the spread.

Party crashing
“I see a party! Crashed by boors — this ro-
Bot stands to guard the doors. But weighty Fate
Is hungry still and sends this beast to here —
To Kill!” “The Sailor,” says the Shadow, “shall

Marc said...

Greg - hah, it was bound to happen eventually. I'm impressed it took this long, actually.

Seems to me you handled it quite nicely. And I like the cliffhanger for the next four lines. Though I can make no promises that the next prompt will make life any easier for you, I will try to keep you in mind when I choose it.

As for mine - the gold cup was more to drive the 'snooty' point home, as it is certainly more of a status statement than any sort of reasonable thing to do :)