The exercise:
Write a four line poem about: the blanket.
A couple of things were made official today. One: Vancouver hosts Calgary this Wednesday for the opening game of their first round series. Two: Ottawa, with an incredible run down the stretch, have also made the playoffs.
That makes 5 out of 7 Canadian teams getting to play some extra hockey this year. I don't know if that's a record, but it's definitely the most that I can remember.
So of course Winnipeg is the only one playing an American team in the opening round. Oh well, I guess that means at least two Canadian teams will make it to the second round.
Mine:
Worn and faded,
Holes here and there;
Still it somehow
Smells like her hair...
4 comments:
Wow, that's good going! Let's hope it's an all-Canadian final :)
I also see from the comments that you spotted Marco Quan; I was rather pleased when I realised I could use it!
That's a sweet little poem, exactly the right length for the reminiscence it talks about.
The blanket
I remember them asking
The man in the masking-tape mask
If the blanket he wore
Belonged on the floor, or was trash.
Greg - me too!
Yes, well... it was very clever. I will give you that :P
Having trouble getting the image of a man wearing a masking tape mask out of my head. So... thanks for that.
I guess I'm a little too late for this one....
The blanket:
Provider of warmth, from stern to prow
It gives great comfort, but now
Lies on the bed in a messy heap
For there are hours to go before I sleep.
Nikhil - never too late to respond to a prompt :)
I feel like if I'd read this poem this morning, I'd probably have ended up back in bed. You make it sound so appealing!
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