Happy Poem Day!
Today is the day Word & Question officially turns twenty-one! It took over twenty-one months to get here, but that's because, here on Shredded Cheddar, we measure time not in arbitrary clumps of twenty-eight to thirty-one days, but in poems. (Learn more about W&Q on the page for Poetry.)
For this month, I have an "extended" form of a very traditional and very well-known type of poem.
Question: How long will you tolerate this?
There once was a jukebox named Elvis
Who protested when we tried to shelve his
Hits from the Fifties
("Do not try to shift these!"),
Songs from the Sixties
("Keep them in the mix, please!"),
A few from the Forties
("The least of this sort? She's
Still better than all Twenty-Twelve is!").
There is now is an iPod named Justin
Who takes all the songs that he must in.
"Haters, won't hate me,
There in Twenty-Eighty.
The last laugh? All mine, see:
I own Twenty-Ninety.
And tell them someone said
In Twenty-One Hundred
They'll all love this digital dustbin."
Within a minute of assigning the prompts and seeing what I had received, I had mentally relocated myself to a 50s-era diner, jukebox and all. And I wasn't sucked back into the present--a la Somewhere in Time--until my iPod fell out of my pocket and reminded me of when I'm really from. Which was kind of funny because my playlist is mostly from the 80s and 90s anyway.
There was almost a third stanza about a walkman named Bowie, but I had no idea what he was doing there.
Now it's everyone else's turn! =) Please leave the links to your poems in the combox so that we can all enjoy your poems as well.