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The Walrus and the Carpenter Challenge
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The Walrus and the Carpenter Challenge |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
The Artist and the Porcupine and the Battle for the Painted Desert The desert sun was beaming down, Was beaming its demise: He did so for he loved to see His face within the skies— And this was odd, because, you know, The sun can burn your eyes. Well, Mother Earth was quite upset With sun’s impudent state And took it on herself to cause His ego to deflate— “Your very rude!” she said with dread And made moon his soul mate. The moon did spoon the sunny dunes With her amazing glow While sun just shunned embarrassment To show his moon, you know, And Mother Earth, well, laughed with glee When stars all winked, “Hello!” The Artist and the Porcupine Shot hoops upon the shore Of barren lake of which its wakes Poured out what once in poured And, though they both grew weary, Their score was two to four. Now, they surmised it a surprise They'd even scored at all, Because they had no hoop to loop And had no basket ball, But, yet, it seemed the normal thing That well shots, well, should fall. “Say, can I shoot some hoops with you?” The hissing Rattler hissed, “I’ve played B-ball for many years, And, yet, I’ve scarcely missed: I promise you some wicked shots! Come, now, you can’t resist!” The Artist thought, “How can it be? How can this serpent play?” The Artist figured it must be Some trick, some slick display— And, so, he quickly picked it up And threw the ball his way. The Rattler grabbed the ball at once And swiftly pose did choose, Once scrambled down the court with ease And scoring threes and twos— And this was odd, because, you know, The serpent wore no shoes. “It seems to me,” the Rattler said, “You’ve really got this down, So let’s play now, right now, today To see who owns this town! And, then, my friends, we’ll, in the end, We’ll know who wears the crown!” The Artist and the Porcupine Agreed to take him on— “But, Wait!’ the Rattler, then, replied With lisp and with a yawn, “This is not fair! There’s two of you! …For this I am withdrawn.” “OK,” the Artist said, “I see, We want this to be fair, So, let’s talk rules—Like artist’s tools; What size? What brush? What hairs? And, if, on palettes, colors bleed, Can those to prose compare?” “I don’t know what you’re saying, Dude,” The eager Rattler said, “But, if you want to play B-ball, It best you check your head And concentrate on playing straight And worry less instead.” “I choose the Devil,” said the snake “He is my coach, my friend And he will never let me down, On him I can depend— Now, if you’re ready, Wannabes, Let’s let the games begin!” “Just wait a few, Without-a-clues, This desert must be done, But, since, it’s this, that you insist, We’ll stop and have some fun— … I think you’d best be on your ways, You’ve got the ball! Now, Run!” The Artist stomped the Devil’s head And grabbed the Rattler’s tail— And, slung out on the desert sand, The serpent squirmed and flailed Until, at last, its life had passed And, there, became the trail. The Porcupine just shrugged his spine, “I thought there’d be more fight?” “Of course not, my dear prickly friend, Their barks were worse than bites! Now, if you will, please, one more quill That I might paint this site.” God bless, Lighthouse Bob [This message has been edited by Lighthousebob (10-21-2009 11:25 AM).] |
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martiniat8 Senior Member
since 2003-06-21
Posts 897Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic |
Love the ending, bob! |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You certainly do paint this site wih your words. My little grand daughter is here, and I read this aloud to her. Her comment? That dumb snake - he picked the devil and anyone knows you never win when you do that! So your message was loud and clear.  If this is for a challenge you sure must have met it Bob. Tasha loved your poem as did I. |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
martiniat8, I’m really, really glad that you liked the end in that I was holding on to it until that perfect moment when I finally thought that it should be revealed and, also, seeing it is a kind of long poem in comparison to the usual postings here, I’m really happy that you actually held on and kept on reading all the way through. WoW! Thank you! Sharon, You’re such a wonderful, Wonderful morale booster! Thank you! Thank you! I know you know this already, but, anyway, it’s written in God’s Word that from the mouths of children God has perfected praise and, well, what better compliment could this poem have received than the one it did from your precious, Precious Grandbaby. WoW! Thank you! Thank you! and Thank you! -Bob |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
A classic tale for sure!! As always, you leave me smiling so bright! |
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