Monday, February 2, 2015

Caught in the Madness (or How I already broke one of my Writer's Resolutions...)

My very sneaky schnauzer, Ella, stealing pizza. Yes, she's on the counter!

  The Look of Shame

Well, I did it.

I mean, who can blame me?

It wasn't my fault, really.


Okay, so maybe I was a teeny tiny bit responsible.

I guess I should tell you what IT is...

I entered another challenge.

I know, I know! I pledged in my last post not to do that.

But how could I resist an international, slam-dunk kid's poetry tournament like

You understand now, don't you?

I couldn't.

I shouldn't.

I wouldn't.

Of course, there's no guarantee I'll even make it to the top 64 contender's bracket. (I'm not sure if that's proper basketball terminology, but it sounds March-Madness-y, doesn't it?)

To be selected as an authlete, I have to survive the first poetic challenge: Write 2-8 lines explaining why you'll be the winner.

I decided to go all double-dactyl-y, in honor of the word basketball, (and to show off my poetic prowess, of course). So without further ado, here is my entry piece:

There you have it, folks, and it only had me sidetracked for a few hours!

YOU want to join me in the Madness now, don't you?

Come on. Get off the bench, throw on that stinky, old jersey and flex those dribbling have work to do!

1 comment:

  1. I love your double dactyl! I myself have dabbled in dactyls, but none so poetically dactylicious!