Re: DISCUSSION the 75 Word Challenge JUNE 2011
Congratulations, mosaix!
My rejected Kipling-y poetry which didn't make the grade:
An Army Marches on its Stomach?
When a fightin’ man’s a-hungry
You’ll be sure to find him angry,
For a fightin’ man wants grub, and wants it now.
..................We needs it now.
So the ’eathen’s not a winner
As jumps us afore dinner
’Cos we’re fightin’ mad then, spoilin’ for a row.
.................We wants a row.
But the ’eathen as comes after –
Well, you’ll hear black-’earted laughter,
’Cos we’re slow and soporific, stuffed with chow.
................We’re stuffed, alright. And how!
Nourishment
Eat yer bellies full, boys
Grab what grub yer may.
Take yer fill of vittels, boys,
Tomorrer’s another day.
Drink the barrel dry, boys,
Don’t fret the “Who’s to pay?”
Take beer and ale and all, boys,
Tomorrer’s another day.
Make merry while yer can, boys,
Whatever preachers say.
The girl’s a-willing – grab ’er, boys,
Tomorrer’s another day.
Eat yer bellies full, boys,
Drink the barrel dry.
Make merry while yer can, boys,
Tomorrer we’ll likely die.
(That last one is over word count but when I realised it wasn't working I gave up on it)
EDIT: Have just seen I had a mystery vote last night! Thank you mystery voter whoever ye be! I'm really chuffed with that.
Congratulations, mosaix!
My rejected Kipling-y poetry which didn't make the grade:
An Army Marches on its Stomach?
When a fightin’ man’s a-hungry
You’ll be sure to find him angry,
For a fightin’ man wants grub, and wants it now.
..................We needs it now.
So the ’eathen’s not a winner
As jumps us afore dinner
’Cos we’re fightin’ mad then, spoilin’ for a row.
.................We wants a row.
But the ’eathen as comes after –
Well, you’ll hear black-’earted laughter,
’Cos we’re slow and soporific, stuffed with chow.
................We’re stuffed, alright. And how!
Nourishment
Eat yer bellies full, boys
Grab what grub yer may.
Take yer fill of vittels, boys,
Tomorrer’s another day.
Drink the barrel dry, boys,
Don’t fret the “Who’s to pay?”
Take beer and ale and all, boys,
Tomorrer’s another day.
Make merry while yer can, boys,
Whatever preachers say.
The girl’s a-willing – grab ’er, boys,
Tomorrer’s another day.
Eat yer bellies full, boys,
Drink the barrel dry.
Make merry while yer can, boys,
Tomorrer we’ll likely die.
(That last one is over word count but when I realised it wasn't working I gave up on it)
EDIT: Have just seen I had a mystery vote last night! Thank you mystery voter whoever ye be! I'm really chuffed with that.
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