Sunday, August 10, 2008

Fear the Teenage Poet

Everyone has a useless talent. For instance, the ability to tie a knot in a cherry stem with your tongue. I met a woman whose skill is charming museum docents. Mine is limerick composition.

Why does this matter? I'm a lurker at a garden of nna mmoy, where Andrea linked to the announcement that Tuesday is Bad Teenage Poetry Blogging Day. I really, really wish I could find "Lenora of Lenae," a tragic epic tale told in five pages of limerick verse, printed on purple ditto type in my middle school literary magazine. Painful.

Luckily for you, I think all copies have been destroyed. Let me know if you plan on participating.

5 comments:

Mayberry said...

I'm impressed that you used the limerick form for a tragic tale!

kittenpie said...

Ooh. I just packed a book of that kind of delight away in a box, so sadly, no, I won't be reveling anything this time. But limerick for a tragedy! Wow. Bravo.

Graham said...

Yay for limericks! They're a favorite of mine, too.

Bon said...

oooh, tempting. but i am not that cruel, to myself or to any of you. ;)

Lenora of Lenae. nice.

Andrea said...

Thanks for the link, even if you conveniently lost all your own bad teenage poetry....

:)