Tuesday, October 28 - Mixed Bag

Romantic Espionage 

Mr. Ashe was sitting in his office, going through paper work when there was a knock at the door. "Come in." he called, not knowing of the storm that awaited beyond the door. He looked up and saw a furry, four pawed, furryous storm of anger and mistrust that is Scooby Doo. His jaw dropped.

"Ru-ro."

"Ri rought rou rere retter ran ris. (I thought you were better than this.)" Scooby Doo yelled.
"Honey what's the problem?" Mr. Ashe asked. Fearing his plan of romantic espionage has been foiled, he decided to play dumb until he knew for sure he'd been caught red handed.
"Ri row rat rou've reen rup ro ren rou're 'Rorking rate'. (I know what you've been up to when you're 'Working late'.)," Scooby said, making air quotations with his paws around 'Working late'. "Rou've rurt re rour re rast rime, rood rye Rister Rashe. (You've hurt me for the last time, good bye Mr. Ashe.)" Scooby stormed out of the room and slammed the door, causing papers to fly everywhere.

Mr. Ashe layed his head on his desk in self disappointment. He was frustrated at himself for defiling his relationship with Scooby and ruining the trust between them. There was no doubt that his stuff has been thrown out of the apartment window onto the sidewalk, and there was no way that his tires were not slashed. Yet something inside him was glad the bridge between them was burned. Scooby's ambition of mystery solving has put strain on their relationship, and even though he knew all of the gang, Velma was still very threatening to him. Maybe the two will recover, and Mr. Ashe can strap in and get his learn on about the experience.

Monday, October 27 - Fairy Tale Name Poem

Fairy Tail That I Identify With

S    Solitary
H    Heroic
R    Responsible
E    Extremely handsome
K    Karate master

Friday, October 24 - X Marks the Spot

Yar Har Fliddle Deedee

    There I was, me, Colonel Mustard, me matey Schmity, and Captain Crunch, where sailing the seven sees, searching for the buried treasure shown on this treasure map, we got our eyes peeled towards land.

    "Land ho!" shouts Schmity, good eye Schmity.
    "To land!" yells Captain Crunch, as we set sail towards the mysterious island. "Yar, the treasure be buried under a plug in ocean!" yells again Captain crunch. We made our way through the torturous surf to the location. There we were right on top of it.
    "Honey get out of the bath you're a 35 year old man that plays with a rubber ducky and screams about pirates go get a job." I here my mom yell from the other room.
    "Yar." I say as I go for the treasure, pull the plug, and the drain the water.

Thursday, October 23 - That's punny!

 

Skeleton Puns

 

 

Two skeletons are at a party, when one spills the other one's drink by bumping into them.

 

"Hey bro watch where you're going bonehead!" one of them yells, throwing the first punch.

 

"Man aren't you one boneafide loud mouth." the other one quickly retorts. The crowd gasps.

 

"Why don't you keep talking trash you spineless nerd." That one really stung. The other skeleton rolled up his sleeves but not really because he wasn't wearing any clothes because he's a skeleton he just made the motion.

 

"I see right through you. You can't get under my skin. You think you're being humourous but you're not. Now I'm going home to skullk because I don't have the stomach for you're behavior." He walked out and slammed the door. The skeleton stood there in shock. His ghost pal came over and gave him a hug to lift his spirits.

Tuesday, October 21 - Deja Vu

DejaTu

    Caroline studied the old man carefully. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something about him reminded her of some one else. But who? There must have been somebody she new behind the strange face of that old man, however she couldn't grasp it. It was there just out of reach she had the correct syllables and the first letter but the missing pieces of the puzzle were not there. "Think," she told herself "who else has a nose ring like that, and has a dew rag on his head so delicately as this." She found herself frustrated and left the coffee shop she was sat in, and forgot about this.

    However this old man had caught on to her perplexed glances. "Man maybe it's time I told everyone the truth." he muttered to himself. He knew that things could never go back the way they were, so he put away his pen and poetry journal, took one last sip of his coffee, and vacated the store.

Thursday, October 16 - RAIN

Rain

     I couldn't live without the rain. Well literally because it's necessary for life on land, but also in that way where if it were to stop raining life just wouldn't be the same. I absolutely cannot get enough of rainy and stormy weather. There's something oddly inviting about it, something that's almost like a comforting entity that is always there. There's nothing I enjoy more than listening to low energy orchestral music, or piano music, with the pitter patter of the rain is filling the room with a cozy ambience. There is also something strangely beautiful about the sky, the way the different shades of grey arrange themselves in the sky, it's foreboding at first, but once it begins to rain, the foreboding becomes welcoming. I'm happiest when it rains.

Wednesday, October 15 - I remember when...

I remember when

I remember when the grass was greener
and the fun that was shared couldn't be cleaner
than the pink sunrise
and the dew of the grass
that there was nothing that it couldn't surpass.

I remember when the sky was just a bluer
and it just couldn't be truer
how these trees of green
red roses too
could not match the beautiful shade of you.

Friday, October 10 - Pet Peeve

Lazy Song Writing

    I absolutely con not stand lazy writing when it comes to music, it absolutely infuriates me. I'm tired of hearing the same song over and over again with the same chord progress, different lyrics, and a different singer. I can't hear "Let it Go" without also hearing Katy Perry's "Fireworks" because they are the same exact song. It would be fine and dandy if these people weren't being paid millions of dollars and seen as shining examples of music writing when it's all the same, lazily written, verse, chorus, verse, pre chorus, chorus, more chorus with the emphasis on writing a catchy tune to sell than actual artistic expression of thought and emotion.

    The lyrics are god awful too. The subject doesn't matter to me as much as some other people, but I squirm in my seat after hearing Iggy Azalea rhyme "you" with "you" four times in a row, or listen to some rando rapper going so far off topic the hook and title of the song cease to mean anything. I could maybe look over the bland, samey, uninspired instrumentals if the message of the song is at least there. This isn't to say everyone does this, because if everyone did it then I would have nothing to base this pet peeve against. Plenty of musicians have a voice and make interesting and different and exciting music, it just really gets my goat when I hear lazy song writing.

Tuesday, October 7 - The Flip Side

 

Flip Side

I worked hard for weeks
and though I know I am not weak
the nerves got the better of me
and my ability to perform did flee.
The excitement got too much
and has effected such
that I now sit third
in a group three
in which I deserve at least second.

There are so many kids that come through
these doors hoping to play true
to the music I gave them
and they know only one can win.
He came in and played for me
and the bet he could be
that day was the same he was last year
which is way back in the rear.

Monday, October 6 - Persona Poem

 

Shostakovich: A Persona Poem

 

 

 

My music makes people smile

and helps them forget for a little while

that everything is not as good

as Stalin says it should.

One of my works was panned

and now all of my fans

are leaving me high and dry

now I fear I may die.

With this fifth work of mine

I will let my message shine

as clear as day to those who are

being threatened to be forced behind bars

or the artists' loved ones who been taken away

by the black car cars that could come any day.

Yet this will appease my greatest critics

even though it is deadpan, a shtick.



Thursday, October 2 - The Frog Prince

Princess and The Frerg

One fine evening a lovely princess put on her bonnet and clogs; and decided to take a walk by herself through the woods. In her hand she had brought her favorite toy; a golden ball, which she enjoyed throwing into the air and catching.

She gave the ball a particularly good toss this time and failed to catch it, the ball rolled a considerable distance away into a spring. "Dang it!" she yelled, "Of course I would miss and the ball would roll into the spring. Oh well I'm a princess I can just get another one because my dad is the king and has a lot of money." So she kept walking.

As she was about to pass the pond a frog jumped out. "Hey foxy mama give me a kiss!" yelled the frog while making vulgar body gestures. "Oh my god what? A talking frog? What is this?" the princess screamed as her eyes did cartwheels and her jaw did pushups. She could not believe it, she found a man trapped in a frog's body, probably for giving a witch the same treatment he was giving herself.

She ran towards the frog. "Aw yeah baby here we go!" yelled the frog as he leapt at her only to be swatted down to the ground and knocked unconscious. The princess picked him up and made her way to the local market grounds, and gave the frog to a pet vendor, who kept him as his own as he was old and hard of hearing, so he interpreted all of the frog's English speaking as vague "ribbits", and called named him Chives.

The princess then left for her home, where she took a pretty long and satisfying nap, and wrote a flirtatious letter to the hunky prince she had the hots for the ruled the next town over. They later got married happily, and had frog's legs at the reception's dinner.

Fin 

Wednesday, October 1 - Fairy tale characters

Little Red Cap: A Haiku

 

 

 

Who's that girl in red?

She could be in great trouble

if a wolf smells her.