Au Défi du Seau de Glace - A Ballade My dearest companions of media social, Again Ive been challenged (by Mike, thanks) and so shall Endeavor a similar task to perform Thatll slake schadenfreude (and let me stay warm): As I have neither tripod nor bucket at home, Ill instead take the thrust and riposte with a poem, With sincerest beg-pardons to Edmond Rostand Heres a parcel of poesy with which Ill respond: If we had more balladeers out on the street They might greet the challenge of ice with this feat. Not simply to say: here it is, now Im done, But to tackle all facets, till all fields be won Heres how Ill turn sonnet (well, alexandrine), And upon the Ice Bucket Challenge Ill opine: Descriptive: Perhaps theyll establish a Bureau For all the lost body heat -- that would be thorough! Theoretical: In two hundred years, do you think Theyll pour digital ice over hologram sinks? Appeasing: Id never hurl down such a gauntlet Lest some poor companion have no stamina to flaunt it. Truculent: Okay, challenge me one more time And Ill put YOU on ice (but that pun doesnt rhyme). Academic: you know, in those Medieval days This whole thing was calld bathing (there werent other ways) Arcane: Tis the Feast of Boreas, the North Wind-- Or some other mythic occasion were in! Cavalier: Whats a shower of ice to a man Whos doused fires of passion in lifes frosty span? Allusive: The Arctic was never so blessed, To see people in its new fashion lines dressd. Admiring: Ill offer a round of applause To those who could dot (and remembered the cause). Naive: Whos Lou Gehrig? did he play for the Mets?* Lyrical: Wide oceans shall have no regrets To dispatch their brash offspring to our arid plain And watch them in such noble battles be slain. Military: Its surely a ploy by the foe! Curious: Oh, but where does it all GO? Kinky: its the hey-day for bucket fetishizers Adventurous: the same could be done -- but with geysers! Neurotic: Screw the chill, it discomfits the bowels. Practical: Someone could make a fortune in towels! And there, dames and gents, is reason (in metre) Why poets stay dry, and dont oft get called cheater. For your time and your groaning I offer my thanks And I pray that youll take your good cheer to the banks Put your moolah to use and your money to work Its a laugh, but a duty, and not to be shirkd. I issue the challenge to whoever dares Since Lord knows I wouldnt want you caught unawares. Now go back to your lives and dont get any wetter Cause Im sure some celebrity did it way better. *sorry
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 02:03:14 +0000
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