This excersize is one of my personal favorites to do and will be used quite often in the future. Please use all of the words exactly how they are given, write it any way you feel it, as a poem or story, with the words in capital letters so we see how you used them.
Today's words are ...
WILT, TANGY, BAND, DICE, TRACE,
FACTS, FENCE, OOZE, CROWS, STUD
OURS IS ...
A BAND is playing in the background
far beyond the FENCE
that the CROWS light upon
some STUD is singing hot blooded,
but he hasn't a TRACE of talent
instead, his OOZE is spewing
a TANGY sound that is
making me WILT in despair
I bet he has a pair of fuzzy DICE !
OOO I want to do it over !!!
okay let's try this....
In your eyes I see a TRACE
of the STUD I fell in love with,
as the BAND on the radio plays the
song that makes me WILT in your arms
I no longer OOZE with beauty
My CROWS feet are deeper now
yet once again I get a bit TANGY
Feeling like I can roll the DICE
let down my six foot tall FENCE
and face the FACTS, You are the one !
OK OK OK..That was better, but still not it, ONE MORE TRY..
Better yet, let's see what you do !
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Wilt thou tangy facts
ReplyDeleteooze forth
when the band plays
without a trace
of the stud crows dice?
or
Trace the tangy crows facts
which fence around the band.
Throw your dice stud
and let the wilt and answers come forth
once again.
I'm enjoying your prompts too!...stretches my creativity and writing...keeps us out of the winter ruts.
ReplyDeleteOh! Look how you stand there in your pulling gear!
ReplyDeleteI know you can’t wait to get well out of here
To meet with your mates and in a Club stand
Looking tough while you listen to the latest hit band.
For you life is tangy and you love the taste,
You live right on the edge, not a minute to waste.
Posing and preening like the Worlds greatest Stud.
‘Come with me, baby, and things will be good’
You say, looking carefree and manly and rich,
‘I am a winner and this here is my pitch,
I risk everything on the roll of one dice.
Just look, you can see we are real Men not mice!’
It’s not good pretending, you can not fool me.
It just doesn’t fit with the facts that I see
When you’re out on your own and nobody knows
That you and your mates are like carrion crows.
In a mob you are frightening, you pick on the weak
But alone you’re more nervous, no trouble you seek
In the face of a fight you just wilt and then ooze
Well out of the way when not strengthened by booze.
Asked for an opinion on the fence you go sit
For so long it’s no wonder wood’s got into your wit.
Oh yes, out in daylight I sure see no trace
Of that macho, tough-guy standing there in your place.
That is my effort.
Oh thank you both !
ReplyDeleteI'm over the top happy that you are inspired by the propmt's, and you both did them so well !! THANK YOU !!!
JL&B