Saturday, May 07, 2005

I can't believe I'm doing this...


There must be another meme around, because I’m confused.

As my regular readers know, Karyn Lyndon and I read each other’s blogs and post comments on them. (I assume from my hit counter that the word “readers” should be plural, but one never knows. And after this post the number might take a plunge.) Yesterday she tagged me with the following challenge:

Here are the rules for the turd tag:
1. Write a four line poem with the 1st and 3rd lines being "turd in a punch bowl"
2. Make lines 2 and 4 rhyme, using any topic.
3. Pass along to 3 unsuspecting punchdrinking bloggers and make them put it on their blog site.


She then posted her effort and didn’t follow her own rules! And, I must say, I think she has considerably lowered the level of our otherwise very amicable and genteel “correspondence.”

But what do you expect from a blogger who has written a horror novel and a “chick lit” one as well? And has a house with a pool...

Say! Maybe that’s where her idea for this poem came from! Maybe one day she found something floating in her pool and discovered it was a...

Baby Ruth bar? (You’ll have to read her poem.)

OK, thusly challenged, I will make my attempt THE WAY THE RULES SAY! (Hummph!)


Turd in a punch bowl
Oh how gauche!
Turd in a punch bowl
Worse than a roach!

(Yeah, I know. “Gauche” doesn’t exactly rhyme with “Roach,” but gimme a little poetic license here, please. I mean after all, consider the material I’m trying to work with!)

(Oh, and the rules say to write a four-line poem. That’s WAY too limiting. I’ll attempt a much longer poem using four-line stanzas.)

Turd in a punch bowl
What can one think?
Turd in a punch bowl
Mustn’t it stink?

Turd in a punch bowl
Who put it there?
Turd in a punch bowl
Why do you care?

Turd in a punch bowl
Horrible sight!
Turd in a punch bowl
Gave me a fright.

Turd in a punch bowl
But, oh, how I thirst!
Turd in a punch bowl
Take it out, first?

Turd in a punch bowl
Nah, leave it there.
Turd in a punch bowl
Let ‘em all stare.

Turd in a punch bowl
Pour me a cup.
Turd in a punch bowl
I’ll take a big shlup.

Turd in a punch bowl
Not from that bowl!
Turd in a punch bowl
You think me a fool?

Turd in a punch bowl
What could be richer?
Turd in a punch bowl
Pour mine from the pitcher!

Well! THAT was certainly enlightening and entertaining.

Now I’m supposed to tag 3 others. I guess it’ll have to be three regulars, and maybe they’ll still come back and visit my blog after I tag them.

Okay gals, here goes. (And if you just don’t want to poop—oops, I meant “stoop”—to this level, I’ll understand. I had reservations, too.)

The Au Pair Abi-Gurl.

The African goddess, Michelle.

And you, Tish.

(Tina, I would have tagged you again, but after your last comment about internet bullying...)

(Christina, this would be right up your alley, but you don’t have a blog. Yet. If you want to take a stab, you can put it as a comment on MY blog.)

And finally, to the few readers I have left after that post, PLEASE come back tomorrow and next week. I’ll be back to my normal higher level of writing then.

9 comments:

Karyn Lyndon said...

Oh, come on. You know you love it. And isn't it just like an HR person to follow the rules...

FYI...this wasn't my idea. I was an unsuspecting tag-ee just like you. And no...there's never been a Baby Ruth or anything resembling one in my pool, thank GOD!

BTW...bowl and fool? I don't think so. You must have been getting tired at the end. Gauche and roach are closer...

Michelle said...

I was JUST posting my poem when you commented on my blog. It is now up for scrutiny.

I loved your poem.

Christina said...

turd in a punch bowl
big and fat and brown
turd in a punch bowl
floating round and round

turd in a punch bowl
would you like a drink?
turd in a punch bowl
boy, does it stink

turd in a punch bowl
what could be worse?
turd in a punch bowl
OK, one more verse...

turd in a punch bowl
take the time to savor
turd in a punch bowl
adds a whole new flavor!

OK, dad, happy now? that was really gross and poetry is not my forte, but I figured if you could embarass yourself like that, so could I.

Duke_of_Earle said...

That's my girl!

Michelle said...

Christina's poem was excellent.

Monica said...

too funny.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Tisha from Texas said...

Turd in a punch bowl
Children driving me crazy
Turd in a punch bowl
Too late to act lazy.

Turd in a punch bowl
rejected once again
Turd in a punch bowl
one woman and two men.

Sorry, thats all I've got today. I'm a single parent for a week full of t-ball, softball, work, school, and general chaos. I wouldn't be surprized if a turd ends up in my punch bowl this week!!

Anonymous said...

For Christina:

Turd in a punchbowl
Means little or nothing to a dog;
Turd in a punchbowl
Is merely a toilet holding a blog.
(Oops! "log")

Brenda Bradshaw said...

HEY! Karyn, I was tagged, too! Don't be passin' the buck this way. I like this blog. Mind if I link you from mine?