The Lighter Side of JzB

Here you will find photos, poetry, and possibly some light-hearted foolishness. For the Heavier Side
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Every day visits*
From Moose, Goose, and Orb Weaver
All seized by Haiku


"Why moose and goose?" you may ask. Back on 2/04/13 Pirate wrote a haiku with an elk in it, and I responded with
one with a moose and then included him every day. A few days later in comments Mystic asked "Where's the goose?"
So I started including her with this post on 2/07. A week later on the 14th, Mark Readfern
asked for and received a spider. The rest is history.

*Well, most days, anyway. Grant me a bit of poetic license.

Friday, November 10, 2017

It's All Relative In The Garden

Isadora asks us to,"Write about a relative's encounter with a famous person. That's all. The encounter doesn't have to have actually happened. And the famous person does not need to be living or even from the same era."

Well, if the famous person can be fictional, then why not the relative? And if not the same era, then why not a different planet?  Full disclosure: I do not have a cousin named Amoretta. Her name and a draft of the first two couplets popped into my head from who-knows-where. I wrote them before I went to bed, then composed the rest on my pillow [instead of sleeping] and set it all down this morning. Can't tell you when the last time was I wrote anything rhyming and metric, so this was a fun challenge.


                                  SNOW FALL

My cousin Amoretta was a drudge at Winterfell;
For a simple low-born lass she was doing well.

Robb Stark never noticed her, though she tried to flirt;
He was destined for a high-born girl whose skirts weren’t fringed with dirt.

So she set her mind and heart on father Ned’s by-blow:
A sullen and impulsive lad whose bastard name was Snow.

This Jon Snow had a weakness for girls with hair of red,
So red-haired Amoretta sought to lure him to her bed.

But their tryst was interrupted when he answered duty’s call
And road off to the North to join the Watchers on the Wall.

Then she was left alone again, bereft of love and joy
Until she caught the eye and heart of the burly black smith boy.

Soon they were wed and she decided he must never know
That in their closest moments she was dreaming of Jon Snow.


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5 comments:

  1. So close ... but I guess the famous go from place to place and find another girl. Like sailors.

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  2. Jon Snow did eventually get himself another red head.

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  3. Really enjoyed this, including the account of your sleepless night compoing it. My guess is that you were very pleased with it yourself.

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  4. Hahahahahahahaha, seems like everyone is related somehow in the seven kingdoms, not surprised you found a relative there. This was a fun and frolicking read!!! Thanks for posting!

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  5. Jazz, i luv your wit and the use of rhyme in this one

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    much love...

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