We were asked to take stanza of a poem that wasn't quite working and put it to a tune. I am not at all musically inclined, so I went for a rhythm of sorts. I have been severely neglecting my house and cooking for my family this week so I am struggling with that guilt; somehow the two things created this...
Fridge Talk
Chopped, minced
Stir fried, sliced
Because it was
Flaccid, limp
Lying in the pan
Celery vows
revenge or begs
For therapy
Whichever
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Don't you just hate it when your celery's flaccid?!
Love your personification of celery. Trying to think of what tune this could go to. Did you have a tune in mind?
Nice job!
~Mark
This was a very fresh bit of writing -- ;)
I liked it Lori...
...rob
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@Derrick -- most things should not be flaccid. :)
@Mark -- Thanks. I didn't have a tune at all. Like I said, not musically inclined. I just sort of saw it as a marching ditty that goes, well, flat...
@rob -- thanks! You are very punny! :)
nicely done...just cleaned our fridge out yesterday....something resembling celery was crawling around...thanks for sharing
Very funny!!! Don't you just hate those worn out veggies from the bottom of the crisper?! I think I have some stuff in need of lots of therapy, and soon.
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