Comic Poem Tag Experiment

[Joy]

Okay, I guess I have to tag someone now…

@sam-kowal  Write a poem about Ninja Gypsies. @ethryndal  You can still do it, too 😀

You can pronounce it however you want.

[Rochellaine]

@dekreel Oh, hahaha!  I didn’t know you detested pickles!  I am sorry for you, that you will never know the pure joy that comes with eating a pickle whose

lumpy yet suave skin absorbs juicy tanginess

😀 😀 😀 Great poem

"Sylvester - Sylvester!"

[Joy]

@rochellaine  Oh, good, I was accurate! XD

Yes, they don’t smell good, and I’m not planning on biting into one any time soon. So I’m sorry XD

You can pronounce it however you want.

[Rochellaine]

@dekreel If you are afraid of the sour vinegar taste, why don’t you try sweet pickles?  They taste very different. 🙂

My cousin didn’t try ice cream until he was twelve because he thought it looked disgusting.  He missed twelve years of eating what he now loves! 😀 😀

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"Sylvester - Sylvester!"

[Sam Kowal]

@dekreel

Twas the night before Thursday

When Stan was reciting philosophical truths

Nonsensical tidbits of no real use

From various sages, Aristotle and–who?

Names I could not understand

They confounded my head

I told Stan “Stop, or I’ll pound you instead”

But all of my threats were to no avail

It’s hard dealing poundings to beasts with hard scales

And so sadly I walked away into the night

Stan’s  ramblings giving me serious fright

I thought, perhaps, he was lost for good

But then my heart fluttered

Like spring butterflies

And a fiery light lit itself in my eyes

I had thought of a tale that would make Stan forget

All of the ramblings Socrates had beget

Make Plato crack on the floor in a china mess

And throw Nietzsche into nihilistic distress

I ran back to Stan like a crazy man

And screeched at him “Stan, stop your speeches

They suck on my sanity like overgrown leeches

Instead I do beg you, hear the tale of a people

To whom belonged the great hero Meeple

Their names are the Ninja Gypsies–”

“Stop right there,” quothe Stan, but I carried on

“Please while I talk do not eclipse me

For I will speak quickly

and tell you the tale of Meeple, the Ninja Gypsy.”

I cleared my throat

And as Stan’s eyes brightened I began to feel hope

“Twas the night before Monday,” I began with a smirk

“When deep in the shadows a Gypsy did lurk.

Meeple was young, but he rose in the dead of the night

To practice his punches and practice his fights

The endless slam of strikes and slaps

Rang in the dark while other Gypsies napped

And Meeple never sat for food or rest

For he longed to go far away on a quest

As the Gypsy wagons rolled over the country

And the other Gypsies told fortunes for money

Meeple swang swords in deadly swipes

All day he practiced, and through the night

One day the Gypsies set up a great exhibit

And invited all to come in it

And people came from far and wide

To see what the Gypsies had inside

The show was serious

And with commands imperious

the Gypses told Meeple

To stay far away

But then Meeple forgot

And off he clopped

Swinging his sword like a person deranged

As he passed eyebrows lifted

All thought him strange

But then Meeple ran and he

crashed straight through the canopy

Under which the great exhibit took place

His sword ran through the space

And the fabric was reduced to ribbons like snakes

The gpysies all roared with a terrible cry

And ran at Meeple and cried

“Enough with your slashings and dashings, we say

You’ve ruined our show now please go away”

And Meeple just blinked

And sat down to think

And then he arose and without a peep or a drone

walked away into the great unknown

For he thought to himself

“I don’t fit in

With people who won’t fight through thick and through thin”

So he went far away

to another land

And there he found another race of man

The ninjas they were, in robes black as night

And skilled as he was, Meeple could best none of them in a fight

And he fell on his knees

And begged the ninja please

to take him in, and teach him their skill

And he would study it

With a will

And so the ninja took him

And made him their own

And Meeple fought hard and became greatly renowned

All through the land.

One day the fair Meeple set out on a quest

To find treasure, or wisdom, which he thought best

And so once again, new sword by his side

He journeyed over the country wide

Until one day he came to a camp with a fire

But no one was roasting marshmellos, their situation was dire

for a dragon fierce was assaulting the camp

(I’m sorry, Stan, but the truth is the truth, as your philosophers would understand)

And this beast was tearing

the whole camp apart

The screams of the people

struck Meeple’s heart

And he dashed into the thick

His sword drawn high in the air

And he slashed at the dragon

Until the beast became scared

And lashed out at Meeple

But Meeple had ducked

and straight to the belly of the dragon had snuck

And when the beast beheld how close Meeple was to his weak spot

Horror didst swell him and he rose and he leaped off

into the sky, without saying Goodbye

And Meeple just glared and then ran to the wounded

but luckily found no one

Who would be soon dead

But he did find a pretty little maid

With her night-black hair fallen out of her braid

And he helped her to her feet

And looking at her, could not speak

For her eyes struck him

But she hushed him and said that her name was Leepl

And showed him around the remains of the camp

then Meeple’s face with shock was stamped

For the people were the Gypsies, his own long lost race

and he had just saved them from losing their faces

They rose and they thanked him, still shaking with fear

But Meeple just said “I’m glad I was here”

For his ninja skills at long last

had done them some good

And he knew now that they understood

So Meepl continued on into the wild

But Leepl the Gypsy girl went with him awhile

And at long last, Meepl took Leepl

Into his arms and they were married

And they journeyed far away into the world

And had many children, five boys and five girls

And Meepl taught them all

The ninja’s art

But a different people they were, and always set apart

For the blood of the Gypsies always ran in their veins

And fighting as ninjas, they were never the same

And after long days

The children of Meeple and Leepl

Had kids of their own, and they formed a new people

Roaming in the hills and valleys deep

Fighting and defending

Those who pass through their keep

And legend says if you listen today

You can still hear the chopping and whirring

Of one of Meepl’s great grandsons, his sword always stirring

Slashing and crashing through the air

So that he, too, dragons might scare

And that is the story

Of the Ninja Gypsy people

And how they descended

From Meeple and Leepl

And how they became known far and wide

All the way on the world’s other side.”

And with that I ended my tale

And looked up at Stan

but he was already gone

out dancing on the lawn

Waving a spatula like a mighty sword

and kicking and flipping like a ninja lord

And with a sigh of relief, I saw his philosophy books

Deep into the corner, they had been pushed

And eagerly I sat down

On Stan’s ripped couch

And with a laugh of glee

Shooting forth from my mouth

I opened up the books and began to read

Glad that Stan had been tricked by my lead

And had run off, inspired

While I could read the philosophy I so secretly wanted

Until I was tired

And so I flipped open the pages

Having convinced Stan away

And took the books for myself

While Stan outside played

And that is the tale

Of the night before Thursday.

Oh my, I’m just realizing now that I can finally read

This philosophy really is boring enough to make my eyes bleed

 

 

 

😀 Okay. There’s my epic about Gypsy Ninjas.

I tag, @rochellaine

To write a poem about… blue hair. Good luck ;P

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Giarstanornarak tries to melt chair*
Also, Daeus has 22 turtles in his signature.

[Joy]

@sam-kowal  *shrieks* *barely stops herself from slashing the computer screen*

This is amazing.

This. Is. AMAZING!!!

AAH, and Stan! And Meeple! GAH! I was laughing so hard! X’D

I can’t fangirl enough

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You can pronounce it however you want.

[Rochellaine]

@sam-kowal Wow!  That was a long story.  🙂 The romantic side of me sighs happily at the good ending for Meeple and Leepl. 😀

Blue hair?  Thanks a lot! *sarcastically*

Let me get back to you on that…

"Sylvester - Sylvester!"

[Ben Powell]

@sam-kowal

Forget about the Odyssey, or Beowulf, or the Epic of Gilgamesh. The Tale of the Ninja Gypsies shall go down in history as the greatest epic poem ever written, and you and Stan will one day be the prominent figures in the philosophy books of the future.

XD 😀 😉 Wow.

A Kapeefer for life!
Compendium of KP Literature: kapeeferliterature.wordpress.com

[Joy]

@sam-kowal  I agree with @supermonkey42. Right up there with Chaucer, too! He wrote adventure poems…

You can pronounce it however you want.

[Joy]

@dragon-snapper  Well… Daniel’s name also starts with a Da, so….. *cocks head*

You can pronounce it however you want.

[Sam Kowal]

@dekreel 😀 😀 Thanks! I had no idea you would like it that much. XD It was fun to write. Stan and Meeple are fun characters

@rochellaine 😀 Oh, I was thinking of putting a nice tragic ending in. But something stopped me at that last minute and I let them live pretty much happily ever after

@supermonkey42 😀 Wow. Stan will be ecstatic over that high praise. I bet he’s already coming up with philosophical quotes. “Man’s dillemma rests on the existence of too many chairs. Burn them, and humanity will look again to the horizon of hope…”

*Giarstanornarak tries to melt chair*
Also, Daeus has 22 turtles in his signature.

[Rochellaine]

@sam-kowal  That’s an AMAZING philosophical quote.  I quite agree.

Will you ask Stan if he likes this one?

“If there were no vacuums, how then would the carpets be cleaned?  If there were no credit cards, how would we buy things?  And, by the same token, if there were no dragons, how would we melt chairs?

"Sylvester - Sylvester!"

[Rochellaine]

@sam-kowal Here’s the Blue Hair poem you asked for…

(I really hope you’ve read The Cat in The Hat because if you haven’t this will not make any sense!)

Thing One’s Lament

Oh, what a tragedy it is
To have brown hair,
When all the time you know it should
Be blue that’s there!
My hair was once a lovely shade
Of bright, bright blue
But now it’s just a drab, dark brown
What shall I do?

Once I was famous, as Thing One
You’ve heard of me
There were just One and Two of us
There were not three
We lived inside the book a man
Called Seuss did write
He made us get in trouble with
A big blue kite

The story was that we belonged
To one big Cat
He was the kind of funny Cat
Who wore a hat
He always took good care of us
And liked us, too
But when he let us play, a Fish
Got in a stew

The fish became our downfall, for
He hated us
And told us to stop wrecking things
(He made great fuss)
When we tore through the hallways and
Upset the shelves
He told the kids to lock us up
All by ourselves

We didn’t like that very much
Nor did the Cat
But it was not his house, so he
Let them do that
Although we were his pets we were
Not safe from harm
We might as well have lived on Old
MacDonald’s farm!

But that is how it should have been
For Doctor Seuss
Had planned from the beginning that
We’d no excuse
so that was how we lived our lives
Until that day
When JJ Brown destroyed our peace
In this cruel way:

He was a little boy of five
I’d met before
His mother read our book to him
Since he was four
And every time she read the book
We lived a day
But then that naughty JJ Brown
Caused us dismay

He opened up the book alone
Without his mom
And I thought that was normal so
I stayed quite calm
But then I saw that in his hand
He held a tool
Which would forever change me, Oh!
He was quite cruel

He placed the tool onto the page
And from it leaked
A color, and disaster over
Us it wreaked
The soft tip of the end he pressed
Upon the page
And colored Thing Two’s hair as white
As any sage
And then to me he turned and much
To my disgrace
My blue, my lovely hair was brown
Around my face!

Now I am just the shadow of
My former self
And since my hair is brown we stay
Upon the shelf
For no one wants to read a book
In which Thing One
Has hair of brown instead of blue!
I’m quite undone!

If someday I escape the world
Of make-believe
Oh, what a horror JJ’s destined
To receive
I’ll treat his hair in just the same
Way as my own
Turn brown to blue so that he will
Forever moan!

Thing Two, the sage that now he is
Does not agree
That ever such a thing was done
In history
But Doctor Seuss believed in
The impossible
And so do I, so JJ Brown
Expect trouble!

Now, I have not succeeded in
My hope as yet
But just as soon as I have done
The deed I’ll bet
That I will write and let you know
To your surprise
That JJ’s hair is bright, bright blue
Above his eyes!

 

Goodness! This was not my best…But it was fun! Thanks for tagging me, Sam!

I tag @supermonkey42 to write a poem titled Snow Makes Me Hungry

I also tag @jenwriter17 to write about an Octopus Ball (meaning dance, not round object!)

😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀

"Sylvester - Sylvester!"

[Jenna Terese]

@rochellaine I have good childhood memories of cat in the hat; this brought a smile to my face 🙂

you can’t imagine my face (or the pictures in my mind) when I read OCTOPUS BALL! So by this you mean a ball attended by octopi right?

goodness what did I get myself into…………:)

I'm a Kapeefer 'TIL WE'RE OLD AND GREY!
www.jennaterese.com

[Rochellaine]

@jenwriter17 The Cat in the Hat is amazing.  He can do so many things, can’t he?  Except, of course, control Things One and Two…

Yes!  That is exactly what I meant.  A ball attended by octopi.  Have fun storming the brain!  (You think it’ll work?)

You get ten more points if you can recognize and answer my quote with the last line of it. 😀

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"Sylvester - Sylvester!"

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