Friday, March 23, 2007

Life is a poem



I am, of course, none other than blank verse.
I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right;
And when I get there (if I ever do)
I might not recognise it. So? Your point?
Why should I have a destination set?
I'm relatively happy as I am,
And wouldn't want to be forever aimed
Towards some future path or special goal.
It's not to do with laziness, as such.
It's just that one the whole I'd rather not
Be bothered - so I drift contentedly;
An underrated way of life, I find.
What Poetry Form Are You?


My second-place label, which I think is very funny juxtaposed with the first one:


If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I'm the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I'm mad then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
What Poetry Form Are You?

3 comments:

Queen of Carrots said...

I guess that makes you an obsessive-compulsive slacker.

Tim's Mom said...

I'm taking this quiz before I read your result so it won't skew my answers.

Sue said...

LOL, I like this one, thanks for the link. I also came out as being the blank verse, but my second was the haiku.

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