Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Compose A Memory Story
because of the unexpected success of my booklist memorization, i'm going to try a larger poem than i might otherwise. it's not going to be 6 quick lines. in an effort to memorize easily and make the performance easier, i'm going to structure my poem/story in a way which i will benefit from and it also should make the story more interesting to the class. i supposed it could be called "a structured composition and performance device". i've already scribbled out some interesting rhymes and have a general idea of how my device will work.
it should be good. :)
it should be good. :)
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May my song be blessed by the muse of attraction
For there is no greater woman of beauty...than Courteny
But who is she? I asked, she told
And made a master list for memory to hold
She told me of such normal things
as "brown hair, green eyes, right handed, wears earings"
And yet she used no words with this
Her communication lacked in Evilness.
She was polite, smiling, not contrite
And spun me a magical tale of who she really is.
Sweet Courteny, with eyes of changing color
Never have i met such a woman who makes all the others seem duller
Blue or green, we cannot tell
Your eyes are too great to make them just one
Sweet Courteny, with hair of autum brown
Never have i seen such a smile compare with all other smiles as frowns
This magic smile will stop a room
Such radience is not even held by the sun
Sweet Courteny, her voice told me she was a snowboarder
But not a grimy one, unbathed and producing some foul unknown odor.
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and the stuff i didn't include
She hails from snowy cold Min-EE-soo-tah
Our gain for bikini model quota
Ask her nicely she may not be distressed
And drop her cloths that we may be possessed
Because she's aphroditie in my dreams
She splits my cloths by pushing out their seams
From her covered knees to her brown eyebrows
Never have i seen such a body, WOW!
This language major speaks excellent-ehy
She is, en espaniol, calihente
And in this week of such monster cold
She charges the slopes so fierce and so bold
Bridger and Big Sky are no match for her
Both gravity and clouds do not deter
Feminine hips and tight jacket allure
Keep my snowboard images of her oh so pure
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and the really dirty stuff, it's NOT going up there. i had no idea i could actualy write porn.
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For there is no greater woman of beauty...than Courteny
But who is she? I asked, she told
And made a master list for memory to hold
She told me of such normal things
as "brown hair, green eyes, right handed, wears earings"
And yet she used no words with this
Her communication lacked in Evilness.
She was polite, smiling, not contrite
And spun me a magical tale of who she really is.
Sweet Courteny, with eyes of changing color
Never have i met such a woman who makes all the others seem duller
Blue or green, we cannot tell
Your eyes are too great to make them just one
Sweet Courteny, with hair of autum brown
Never have i seen such a smile compare with all other smiles as frowns
This magic smile will stop a room
Such radience is not even held by the sun
Sweet Courteny, her voice told me she was a snowboarder
But not a grimy one, unbathed and producing some foul unknown odor.
-------------------
and the stuff i didn't include
She hails from snowy cold Min-EE-soo-tah
Our gain for bikini model quota
Ask her nicely she may not be distressed
And drop her cloths that we may be possessed
Because she's aphroditie in my dreams
She splits my cloths by pushing out their seams
From her covered knees to her brown eyebrows
Never have i seen such a body, WOW!
This language major speaks excellent-ehy
She is, en espaniol, calihente
And in this week of such monster cold
She charges the slopes so fierce and so bold
Bridger and Big Sky are no match for her
Both gravity and clouds do not deter
Feminine hips and tight jacket allure
Keep my snowboard images of her oh so pure
-----------
and the really dirty stuff, it's NOT going up there. i had no idea i could actualy write porn.
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