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Last Day
Last
Day
August's
Last Sunday
Need to sun legs, breasts
Grab summer; ironing will wait.
Aug 29, 2010
Fibs and Other Pursuits
I first heard of Fibonacci and Fib Poetry on Tumblewords's site. Her lovely poem and the short 1 1 2 3 5 8 line structure (each line being the sum of syllables of the preceding two lines) got me intrigued. Here's my first try at telling a fib, and the leisurely pursuit that got me there:
Last Day
Last
Day
August's
Last Sunday
Need to sun legs, breasts
Grab summer; ironing will wait.
Last Day
Last
Day
August's
Last Sunday
Need to sun legs, breasts
Grab summer; ironing will wait.
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6 comments:
I agree. Ironing is tot, so it can wait until heck freezes over! :P
Love this! :)
Thanks, Tony! Soon it will be your turn to have summer in Australia!
Ah, I keep on coming on these interesting facts. Wonderful try! I wish the ironing could really wait here at home ;).
Thanks, Rosidah. Have a wonderful day!
Great fun, and contains an eternal truth.
I came upon this by accident, and love your blog: conciseness should be every poet's watchword!
ViV
What a wonderful compliment, Viv! Thank you!
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