Hah! Madness!! It appears that the rules of art tie some hands too tightly:
Woe is the beer mimeI deny the charge! Beer Haiku Daily has clearly targetted this here blog for some sort of rumble in verse and I am ready. Three decades ago I packed an incredible (but, of course, not socially overwhelming) amount of poetic study into my achievement of that supreme intellectual test, the BA in English Lit. from a mid-major Canadian university. In response to the BHD's first salvo across the bow I give you this...which, if you can believe it, only took me 37 seconds to think up:
he can’t speak the poetry
in praise of fine beer
All poetry weeps:You can see where I am coming from, right? More on the contest here.
Free tickets? free craft beer? No!
A penguin trips, falls.






Comments
Captain Hops - April 3, 2007 5:03 PM
Well there is certainly nothing wrong with a rumble in verse. However, I'm afraid I have been misinterpreted.
You were quite plain in your explanation that stringing together haiku verse would be perfectly acceptable. Of course, I was looking forward to branching out from haiku for this contest...
But anyway, may haiku was an inside joke from one of my former professions. I was a clown pimp... er... I mean I managed an entertainment agency and booked clowns, magicians, and jugglers for shows and events. As it happens, the lowliest of all entertainers - below even the balloon animal maker - is the mime.
Now the haiku artist, with his minimalist technique, actually has a chance at winning the poetry contest if he or she can develop a string of related haiku. But alas, the poor mime has no words to string together. He has to silently sit the contest out and drink his invisible beer in the corner. Poor beer mime.
:-)
Alan - April 3, 2007 5:58 PM
So does that mean we get no haiku rumble. Maybe instead we can taunt each other in Shakespearian sonnet.
Captain Hops - April 3, 2007 7:29 PM
I'm happy to write
but just for sport and glory
I can't use the tix
I'm tempted to try
a Shakespearian sonnet
or something like Seuss
the rumble must wait...
I still have to drink Dubbels
for Friday's Session
Kevin McG. - April 4, 2007 10:51 AM
My attempt at poetry--let me know what you think.
Oh! You frothy beast-
Many a man you controlled,
Elixir of life.
Envelop senses
Taste, touch, smell – excitement swells,
Together again.
Insatiable love,
As we cure the world’s ales
As one, pint by pint.
--Kevin McG.
Lynn - April 8, 2007 4:55 PM
This poem makes me hot. I need a cold one