See him hopping there on the floor,
a cartoonish little insect, nothing more.
With five minutes remaining,
Grannies big boots come raining

c-r-u-n-c-h u-n-c-h c-r-a-c-a-o-c-h

down!
I guess star wishes just got ground
into used pixie dust
iron to rust and
15 minuets of fame has just
been downsized to ten,
even for beloved Disney characters,
such as crickets and king’s men,
who are in charge of picking up the pieces!


Disclaimer: No actual crickets were harmed in the making of this poem!

(12-31-2011, 07:24 PM)Erthona Wrote:  See him hopping there on the floor,
a cartoonish little insect, nothing more.
With five minutes remaining,
Grannies big boots come raining

c-r-u-n-c-h u-n-c-h c-r-a-c-a-o-c-h

down!
I guess star wishes just got ground
into used pixie dust
iron to rust and
15 minuets of fame has just
been downsized to ten,
even for beloved Disney characters,
such as crickets and king’s men,
who are in charge of picking up the pieces!

Erthona, are you my knight in rusting armour
Rushing to defend me with your thrusting lance?
Jiminy is such a sweet little cricket
it seems unfair to try to crush and picket
him, to try and knock him off his fence.
(And a 'minuet' would make a lovely dance
For me and Jiminy to get up and prance) -
sorry, always picky to the end
This verse is meant as fun, my friend.

Erthona, are you my knight in rusting armour...at best I am your knight in crusty armor! Steel undies chaff!

No, you can take care of yourself. I figure how many minute minuet per minute is your business.

(the combination of dyslexia and minute font in combination with fading eyesight strikes again. Although that is one I usually double check because it is a mistake I am so apt to make. But you keep at it, I have needed a good proofreader for a long time. I'll start sending you material for my next book.

No, I just got the idea of the sound of crunching crickets in my mind and needed a vehicle with good tires to run them over. Wait, sorry, mixed metaphor.

...and needed a poem idea that included crickets getting crunched. It seemed an apt image to have big granny boots coming down to crunch a cricket. Oooooh I like that "crunch a cricket".
It was all just fodder for a farce! Only puny punny harm intended (metaphorically speaking).

Dale

Disclaimer: No actual crickets were harmed in the making of this poem!

I think I would make a good proof reader....I am anally retentive when it comes to caring about spelling and grammar mistakes. My husband has had to drag me away from posters in the doctor's surgery (for example) as I've taken out a pen to correct spelling mistakes etc..

Of course, this does mean that I am fair game for everyone to jump on me with hob-nailed boots when I make errors, as, of course, I do.

Minute fonts can be a bugger. I read this once online 'People with small ears have trouble parking' I read it out to my dear one, saying 'I didn't know that. How strange! I wonder why that is?' Of course, on closer examination 'ears' became 'cars' - but it did give us a giggle.

My elder bro had dyslexia but my sister, younger brother and I all had no problem. Poor chap he struggled hard to get on in life. He succeeded by sheer determination. As you have done, no doubt.

I loved 'crunching crickets', too...for the alliteration and the image created (what a horrible thing to say, Jill, poor little things)
Edit - I think your 'crunching crickets' are calling out for a Haiku!!!!I can't write 'em.

I have philosophical objections to Haiku as a legitimate form in English whose main criteria is that it be 17 syllables long and broken into lines of 5-7-5. In Japanese the form makes sense in terms of the language, but is nonsensical and arbitrary in English. Tekisetsuna!

(12-31-2011, 07:24 PM)Erthona Wrote:  See him hopping there on the floor,
a cartoonish little insect, nothing more.
With five minutes remaining,
Grannies big boots come raining

c-r-u-n-c-h u-n-c-h c-r-a-c-a-o-c-h

down!
I guess star wishes just got ground
into used pixie dust
iron to rust and
15 minuets of fame has just
been downsized to ten,
even for beloved Disney characters,
such as crickets and king’s men,
who are in charge of picking up the pieces!


Disclaimer: No actual crickets were harmed in the making of this poem!

Such an undignified demise!

Note the disclaimer. Jiminy's demise is only a plot device. On celluloid Jiminy is forever young. Something that cannot be said for Rod!

No Eastern mystical practices required (besides, you might come back Daffy!)

Rod Knee?

Rod Stew ert

(01-01-2012, 04:05 PM)Erthona Wrote:  Rod Stew ert

Maggie May??

She may, but who would want to?

Bit of an aged tart...an, has seen better times!

Erthona is Dale
Mean as hale
Falling on Jill
Sour as dill
When one mispells
Its hell as well
Too bad I'm illiterate
Now I'm mad as hell

Better to be pissed off, than pissed on!

BTW George Hale? Nathan Hale?

I'm certainly as mean as average!