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.