EXPRSSIONS OF INTEREST - WHO IS INTERESTED

[Zondrae]

woohoo G'day Suzanne welcome aboard
so it is

Maureen
Marty
Zondrae
Marty
Bill
Marty
Heather
Marty
Dave smith
Terry
Suzanne
and MartyBoy.
Note: I have not included the both Heathers to avoid confusion
OK where is Irene. The girl are being out numbered.

No seriously, I think it is a good idea. But we must set some rules. Is it to be strict ABPA rules or just a bit of fun?
I'm for the latter.

the rool lineup is
Maureen, Zondrae, Marty Boyse, Dave Smith, Terry, Marty, Bill, Heather, Suzanne

Now we may have a scratching, Heather is/isn't in/out.
Ok Lets get this show on the road. What's the topic.

[Heather]

Are there two of me now Zondrae? I thought I was feeling a bit disconnected...

Truly, I don't know if I have the experience to do this. If the topic and the metre don't appeal my brain refuses to co-operate. Can I pass if I can't do it and let the next person go? Please mistress Maureen?

[Zondrae]

G'day Heather,

We did have another Heather registered on the old site.

Now, if we do this communal writing like last time, it was whoever was struck by the muse. Then I fiddled with it later. In this case Maureen can be the juggler, As you said, sometimes 'you' can't get started and other times 'you' just can't stop. I believe the value in an exercise like this would be to get into the rhythm of the piece and roll with the flow. I also think that any practice at writing is invaluable.

Sorry for my silliness last evening but I was just home from Ukulele lessons and feeling on top of the world.

[warooa]

don't be a fraidy-cat, Heather . . is just a bit of fun (sorta like a belly-dance shimmy I'm shore) - just take a deep breath, think of TTFN Dave having his legs worshipped . . or Martyboy sauced-up on red slaying chooks with his angle grinder. There's inspiration all around

Marty

[Maureen K Clifford]

Yep fun is the deal

Just thought you might be interested in this one - I purloined from my other site.

It is a collaborative piece where people ??? just added lines as it rolled along. It is quite funny

The broken windmill


The broken windmill gathered its speed,
The stupid birds it did not heed.
The grasses swayed below the sun,
ehh-ehh-ehh-ehh-ehh-ehh-ehh-ehh-ehh-ehh-etc,!!
(the sound of lurking Qixotes having fun).
Of a sudden, a wrenching, groaning sound
and the thud as the fan wheel hit the ground
it bounced for a moment and spun in place
and heading downhill, it gathered pace..
The Cows and the geese,the chickens and horses,
All of them ran in directional courses,
Moo-honk-cluck-neigh, moo-honk-cluck-neigh
As each of them ran their separate way.
The wheel layered mud upon mud as it went
Like a yellow-brown snow-ball that was Hell-bent.
The farmer he waved,he yelled and he shouted,
As the course of the wheel suddenly re-routed,
But the wheel's knowledge of Aussie swear-words was nil,
And the panicking farmer did not speak 'windmill'.
In windmill talk it groaned, and it creaked,
And the farmers wife, she gave off a shriek,
She tried to run, to dodge, to leap!
but was picked up by the rolling wheel in a sweep
Then the working dogs, Fly and Blue,
got picked up by the whirlwheel too!
eek-bark-woof, eek-bark-woof, eek-bark-woooo.
For Goodness sake it's split in two !!!
One half landed plumb into the Pool - SPLASH...
The other bit flew through the air with a flash.
It twisted it turned, it flicked through the grass,
it narrowly dodged some lines with class
and then it rolled up the Khyber Pass
JUST IMAGINE the sound of broken glass.
But without notice it changed its course,
The bloody great thing went straight for the Horse !!
The broken metal, now twisted and torn
Landed plonk on the nose of .... THE FIRST UNICORN.
The farmer couldnt equate this unicorn factor,
So he fled for his trusty red tractor.
But to his surprise, the tractor took sides,
and teamed up with the shattered windmill.
The tractor with the now windmill roof,
Rolled down the hill with the farmer under hoof,
Spitting mouthfuls of grass, the farmer said :Gluurrggg
Is this thing still called a Massey Ferg???"
The tractor it bumped, it moaned and it popped
When out of the blue, it suddenly stopped.
"That proves it's a Massey," he said with relief.
As he sputtered and spat out a foul-tasting leaf.
He reached in his pocket and expertly withdrew
His screwdriver, spanner and all-purpose glue.
With fence wire,a zip tie plus heaps of grey tape,
The tractor breathed to life to make their escape.
We forgot about the other half - let's take a look.
The missus still screaming, and so is a chook.
The Look on her face was one of dismay,
As her hubby and tractor ploughed through the hay.
hey rounded up, from the front page of Pool
a few stray lines, with a rounding-up tool.
Rossco jammed them in, in slots here and there
and then dashed back to the open air
for the farmer of images would not be still
until he'd recaptured his runaway mill.
So the farmer's wife, with her sewing machine
And Rossco's camera and Mr Sheen
She repaired all the parts of the tractor and mill
And put the Unicorn on her window sill.



So you see Heather there is nothing to be scared of

Cheers

Maureen

[r.magnay]

Maureen.......I didn't realise that you had to be on drugs to participate!......

[Leonie]

You don't have to be Ross, but it helps.

[william williams]

as Leonne states you don't have to be but it helps as we all say a prayer for Valium

Bill williams

[Frank Daniel]

I'm interested,
shades of the old 'Battle Ground' we used to have.
Frank Daniel

[Zondrae]

morning all,

How about we make just one more rule? Well not a rule exactly but I propose the idea that: If the person who starts the poem thinks it has run it's logical course, that is, is becoming too too silly, they have the ability to say STOP NOW. I say this because they can get very far off track. Unless someone jumps in and somehow drags them back they can ramble on pointlessly. What do we think?