Blame It On BoredomA Poem by BLBrownMy best attempt at creative writing...something unexpected. This is a somewhat humorous poem about turning to writing out of boredom.
Hail to the chat,
which partners three writing characteristics, that are rhyme
of two words, their meaning, and combined logistics. You may
think it a bit strange, these words, together I'm greeting, But I wrote this while bored, so at your own risk, you'll be reading…
“Delicious, Pernicious,” Those are
two words that sound fine together. One means eating something good, maybe warm, While the other stands for causing great harm. Just like swallowing sweet pies of leather!
“Ratified, Satisfied” Two words, I’m
glad to say, make unique trill. The first, when you’ve a formal agreement, The next, is attained, reaching contentment. Just like divorce decrees, just happy still!
“Rendition, Condition” Are another
two words, which flow nicely. One, an artistic interpretation, The other, state of a situation. Just like pretty pots, molded precisely! “Sanctified, Amplified” These are
words that create really good sounds. First, within the world, status, virtuous, While the second means a matter spacious. Just like a sermon, but head-achy loud!
“Conjunctive, Dysfunction” These two
words are a formidable pair. Joining things together does the first mean, While t’other, improper function, is seen. Just like linking up, family if you dare!
“Candyfloss, Albatross” I know, these
are strange words, hitting the deck. The first, Brit’s treat, we call “cotton candy,” And the other, encumbrance, unhandy. Just like wearing calories, ‘round one’s
neck! "Mitigate, Arbitrate" These words both have in common legal, defines. To smooth or to dull, does the first one mean, And second, is largely to intervene. Just like appeasing, once middle ground finds. Exhausted I
am, from fitting all of these words together, Frankly, I'd now rather spend my time in violent weather. It is
such a silly challenge I made, because I was bored, Sadly, now that I'm done, I'm still bored, and now by you abhorred. So I'll pick up my laptop, tuck it under arms, go away, And tweak at this stupid poem, on yet another rainy dark day. See, friend, this is what happens, when I enter boredom's descent, I spin wheels 'til nothing's left, 'cuz I've done run outta talent.
© 2012 BLBrownAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorBLBrownVAAboutHello, my name is Barbara. Writing is my calling in life. It took me awhile but I've finally answered. I will write anything, poetry, ditties, short stories, and am currently also working on a .. more..Writing
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