Sunday 10 October 2010

UFC #253

Sumax's Challenge

Write a Monorhyme poem about school in 250 words or less.

 

You can choose anything that happens at school, from first day, learning, playground games, fighting, teaching or playground supervisor, et al ... but the subject matter should convey the idea of a school setting.

 

A Monorhyme is a poem in which all the lines have the same end rhyme.

See example here …

http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html

 

The entry must be in Monorhyme.

If is it not in Monorhyme and/or exceeds the 250 word limit, then it will not be accepted.


This one was very hard for me, because all my school stuff is so distasteful.  Anyway, I decided to go for it...

QUIZ TIME!

The day dawned bright and fair.
Teenagers everywhere
groaned loudly at the care
that Mrs. B made clear
she wanted them to share
in writing essays rare
on Chaucer's Chaunticleer.

Boys sat with faces bare,
and wished for their own share
of lazy summer fare,
of final moments rare
where they could take a dare
and kiss the shoulders bare
of girls down at the fair.

Girls fussed on with their hair,
and wished that they could stare
with longing eyes so clear
upon the handsome pair
of new boys over there
beside the wooden chair -
one boy would only glare.

Their teacher didn't care
that boys or girls weren't there
to learn about the fare
she had prepared so fair
for their especial care.
She really was aware
of each one's angry glare,

She put each in a pair
so they could each one share
the burden and the care
of reading Chaunticleer,
and memorizing fair
the lines about the dare
that caught him fair and square.

The fox out of his lair -
the students did not care!
The boys in lather rare
their goal would not forswear.
The girls sought to ensnare
the new boys in mohair -
they were without compare!

"Quiz time!" she did declare.
She knew this was warfare,
and since she would not swear,
she needed to beware,
or else the students there
would all her goals impair -
but she did not despair.

Pinning them with a stare,
her gimlet eyes aware
that no one had a prayer,
unless they had the flare
to let their thoughts cohere
on that poor Chaunticleer,
first question hung in air...

Copyright © 2010 by Teri K D Bannerman

For better work, go here...UNITED FRIENDS CHALLENGE #253

12 comments:

Kae B said...

This won't be accepted, because it's more than 250 words. Had to do it, to keep the stanza form and the meter true!

Dio and Flagon said...

Congratulations on being able to write meter poetry on this one. That must have taken a lot of work.

SkyeRider . said...

Oh well done! Written like the teacher that you are!

Kae B said...

I just couldn't escape it, Ari! LOL!

Kae B said...

I'd like to say it did, but it didn't, really. What took work was making the poem make SOME kind of real sense! LOL!

Kae B said...

Thank you very much! :)

c d said...

Good for you! Go get 'em! LOLLOL I love the teachers! Not real happy w/my school board but I love the teachers!

Kae B said...

Invariably, it's what I do! :))

Pat Angloswiss said...

What a a work - a real piece de resistance. You did Chauticleer well in that one.

** Sumax ** said...

Very clever. This is the poetry of a practised writer. I'm sorry not to have included it as an entry, because it is outstanding. However, as you have already declared, it is too long and (unfortunately) some of the words are not true rhymes. I hope you amend it slightly and re-enter it for the late December Catch-up Challenge.

♥ saffy ♥ said...

Wow! A poem of epic proportions indeed! Hugs & butterfly kisses xxx

Thomas (Tom) Jefferson Thompson said...

whether it is accepted or not,I think this is terrific!