Pumpkin Bread

Pumpkin Bread

Pumpkin

Pumpkin

Pumpkin Bread!

Yummy

Yummy

In the Tummy!

Super

Super

Super-de-dooper!

Yummy

Yummy

Pumpkin bread!

A Rockin' Book

For curious seekers, this type of poem is a triolet (AKA, it's a triolet).

A Rockin’ Book

A rockin’ book keeps you in,

And does not let you go.

Life fights but can’t always win,

A rockin’ book keeps you in.

You can’t hear your Next-Of-Kin,

Or go outside for grass to mow,

A rockin’ book keeps you in,

And does not let you go.

Leveling or Storyline?

For curious readers, this poem is written in the pantoum form (AKA, it's a pantoum).

Leveling or Storyline?

Iamugly has hopped to Level 78,

I’m left with a question,

With the Mists of Pandaria floating around the corner,

Should I level or stay with the storyline?

I’m left with a question,

What do I do,

Should I level or stay with the storyline,

I love the story but like to level.

What do I do,

I think I have a compromise,

I love the story but like to level,

So why not do a combination of both?

Building Your Masterpiece

Building Your Masterpiece

Opening a box,

Taking out the bags and instruction book,

There’s a certain excitement,

As you look at the picture of what it will be.

Opening and possibly retrieving a bag or two,

It begins,

You look at the picture,

To figure out which pieces are needed.

You carefully take the pieces out,

And with great concentration,

Stick them together,

Making sure they’re nice and tight.

You look at the picture,

Like a scanner looking for defects,

Making sure you placed the right pieces,

And have not missed one.

You have to be careful,

Not to miss a step or piece,

It takes concentration and time,

To make sure you’re going the right way.

This is like any project of life,

You have to carefully analyze and piece together,

The pieces to make sure everything’s right,

And that no steps are missed.

When it is done,

You lean back and sigh,

At the creation on your desk or table or whatever it may be,

Almost shining with a nonexistent light.

There may be wonders you haven’t noticed,

Or haven’t even planned,

But if you did,

They seem all the more amazing.

Painfully and carefully put together piece by piece,

The time wasted seems worth it,

And it’s more amazing than the picture,

Because it’s done by your hand.

Made of blocks, wood, or plastic, or maybe of all,

It is yours and it’s amazing,

If to no one else than at least to you,

Because it is your masterpiece!

Iamugly

Iamugly

I am ugly

I am nasty

I got rotting flesh

To my species

I’m better-looking

But still very ugly!

I’m a hunter

And a hero

To Forsaken and Horde

Known across Azeroth

Is my name

Across continents it’s “Iamugly”!

To my pet

I am known

 Mistress and Best Friend

I am hunter

I am hero

Now and forevermore…

Iamugly!

Iamugly's Villanelle

 Notes: I have a Forsaken hunter character on World Of Warcraft named Iamugly, and Waspinator is her pet (yes, I named him after the Transformer from the Transformers TV series... mainly the Transformers Animated one [there's a Waspinator in Beast Wars Transformers too, however, so double-name in a way]). And sorry about the lame name. The type of poem is called a villanelle.

Iamugly’s Villanelle

I am by Myself

With only my buzzing Pet

So he is not by himself

I take a quest from someone’s shelf,

Never truly befriending those I’ve met

I am by Myself

Waspinator can take care of his self

But him I have to pet

So he is not by himself

I take a quest from a Blood Elf

But he’s gone once he’s got his Net

I am by Myself

A female bug may take care of herself

But I’m the only female he’s let touch him yet

So he is not by himself

A creature won’t go near him to protect itself

Even of sentient species they won’t let

I am by Myself

So he is not by himself

Hip-Hop-Tip-Top

 Hip-Hop-Tip-Top

Hip-Hop-Tip-Top

The Song must sing

Clip-Clop-Sea-Bop

The Sirens of the Cop

Can never crash the jing-a-ling

Hip-Hop-Tip-Top

Clip-Clop-Sea-Bop

The bees shall sting,

When you make their work flop

A janitor will lose his mop

To the work bell’s ending ring

Hip-Hop-Tip-Top

Clip-Clop-Sea-Bop

At a pull of a string

A bell shall let notes drop

So if you’re ready to drop

Start to sing

Hip-Hop-Tip-Top

Clip-Clop-Sea-Bop!

Cool Yet Hot

Cool Yet Hot  

 

Cool yet Hot

Is the Sunspot!

To us it’s a deadly heat,

But to the Sun’s surface,

And nuclear furnace,

It’s a cool resting place!

Both in temperature

And in power!

It’s Cool yet Hot,

It’s the Sunspot!

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