6-Minute Poems

Okay, gang, here's the place to post those 6-minute poems we juggled together this evening! And if you couldn't make it to the meeting, I'm sure Melissa would be happy to reach into her little word-basket and email you eight random words to build your poem with. Hope (Damned Hope!) to see your's here soon. I'll prime the pump with my little goofy excursion into Shel Silverstein territory...


The rhino in the rain
looked past his horn --
bored, forelorn, jejune,
when a wingnut bug
curled up in his ear
and whispered with elation,
"It's not a conundrum,
get out of the rain!
You'll shrink or melt or drown
in this veil of water --
this pouring fountain,
this plethora of drops!"
The rhino thought, and thought,
then thought some more,
and with a shake of his head
and a slurp of his tongue...

he ate the bug.