Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Rhyme-It-Challenge

Someone asked me to describe what I want in a "Mate". This is my challenge to all my blogger friends. Describe your "Someone" and you must rhyme your description. Here is mine.

He must have imagination with concentration to get me to my destination. He need not have an invitation nor does he need an application as he is sure of his vocation when showing me his adaptations. He'll make me squeal in anticipation eyeing him with fascination. Waiting for that sweet sensation that births itself from collaboration. He will not show hesitation or look for any explanation. His efforts will be a combination of dedication and cooperation.

11 comments:

paddy said...

I guess that puts me out of the frame. Imagine you having to take me out of your pocket when introducing me. The question, (when your friends would ask) what do you do for a living; my answer: 'I look for a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow; never find it; play tricks on people, and generally mess up.'
That wouldn't do I know. Yours: Lep.

dive said...

Cool, Prudence.
I shall have a think about this one …
And I love the word "squeal", though it does have unfortunate "Deliverance" connotations …

Sassy Sundry said...

Yeah, I might need to skip this one. I'm tired and moving. And I can't stand rhyming poetry (sorry---English-major snob). Besides, it would just be a sugary mess of a poem at this point in my travels with McI.

Rich said...

How poetic we've become here.

dive said...

Hee hee … Sassy the snob …
Hokay, snob; it may not be poetry but it is good old rhyming doggerel, and even Shakespeare and Chaucer turned their hands to that.
Go on … Have a go. Never mind the sugary mess. It'll remind us of Fluff.
I've done mine.

Sassy Sundry said...

Dive, what worked for Chaucer and Shakespeare no longer works today, but here goes.

Roses are red
violets are blue
OK, damnit I'm in love
I hope he loves me too.

dive said...

Woohoo!
Eat your heart out, Hallmark cards!
I hope he loves you too, Sassy.

paddy said...

Dear Prudence, where ar you; not a word for a while. Come back to us will you.

dive said...

Yeah, Prudence. Where you at?
That snow must have cleared by now …

~Babsbitchin~ said...

A man with a cock,
a brain like a rock,
some money to boot,
isn't scared when I shoot.

He must wear Levi jeans
and never eat beans.
He can feel me and touch
but never too much.

Likes to screw like a monkey
loves me a bit chunky
Doesn't ask for much
but occasional touch.

He'd better be large
but not mind me in charge
Says he loves my big mouth
that mouth of the South.

Maria said...

All I want is a girl
who doesn't look like a Burl.

She should be able to deal
and not congeal
but shimmer with appeal
and turn on her heel
when I get too real.