Today’s poetry prompt from NaPoWriMo is to write a parody poem. Inspired by the prospect of another basketball game tonight, I decided to go for a tribute to the Chicago Bulls ala Edgar Allan Poe. This is a project that is now taking up WAAYYY too much of my morning. So, here are two verses, some photos and a polite exit so that I can spend time with Steve’s family.
Join the running of the Bulls –
In computer graphic imagery upon a screen so full
How they rumble, rumble, rumble
Down the wide Chicago streets!
Toward the stadium they stumble
At the enemy they grumble
And their digital hoof beats
Growing near, near, near
Filling lesser hearts with fear
As their mesmerizing energy upon your senses pulls
Seeing bulls, bulls, bulls, bulls,
Bulls, bulls, bulls–
Seeing snorting, fuming, sporting cartoon bulls!
See the dance team of the Bulls –
With their long, loose hair a-flyin’ and their outfits minimal
See their skanky bodies shakin’
And their pom-poms all a-quakin’
While the players calmly practice with the ball
Getting ready for the game
For the glory or the shame of it all.
Oh! from out the sounding fans
What a gush of harmony is swelling from the stands!
How they cheer
How they leer
At those bodies, healthy bodies
Nicely honed, nicely toned,
The athletic celebration that is Bulls, Bulls, Bulls,
That is Bulls, Bulls, Bulls, Bulls,
Bulls, Bulls, Bulls –
This amazing team of crazy, grazing Bulls.
Too scared to get out.. I don’t believe it…not you Scilla ! .. looking forward to finding out what’s in the cave !
You didn’t see this monster!
Just got back from the ancestral manor bearing copious hugs from your kinsfolk — Mom kept raving about your photos too! Anyway, long day = short poem. A tweet from the bard:
RU lk a sumr’s day? No way!
U R hotter & more chill
It sux when sumr ends but U live 4ever in my poem.
Clever! Wonder what the bard would think about language in the digital age?