Taking no other sacrifice than your time.

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Puns are fun to write
Limericks can be dirty
but haiku are best

Well-written puns can be clever
and haiku are quite an endeavor
but the form that is great
and please don’t get irate
will always be the limerick

There once was a poem
That was very confusing
Limerick, haiku

I stayed up writing
All of this work was for you
(Sorry there’s no pun)

Friday, February 17, 2017

There once was a fisherman who lost his rod in the lake. While he was lamenting his foolishness a fairy came out of the lake with a golden fishing rod.

"Is this your fishing rod?" it asked, testing him.

"Oh hell yeah," the fisherman said. He took the fishing rod and sold it. Then he used the profits to hire trappers to capture the fairy. The fisherman charged people $3 apiece to see it and used the money to start a mining company, which fracked the land to the point of uselessness.

The End

Sunday, February 12, 2017

A Poem From 2013 Me, A Student In Italian 102

Le rose sono rosse, le viole sono viola
Qui ci sono alcuni fatti su piante
una poesiola

Roses are red, violets are purple
Here are some facts about plants
A poem

Friday, February 10, 2017

The Cobbler and The Faerie

While many tales exist to warn us against deals with faeries, there are a few that serve to remind us that they are not completely without their own foolish ways.

One such story is that of the cobbler who upon meeting a faerie was asked to make him the finest boots he could ever imagine for the summer solstice. In exchange, the faerie would give him pocket watch. What was remarkable about the watch, the faerie explained, was that as long as it kept time it would grant the cobbler fortune beyond his wildest dreams. The faerie, thinking himself rather clever, broke the watch so it would not run. The cobbler agreed and presented the faerie with a pair of boots the likes of which none had seen, in the land of faerie or otherwise. The faerie kept his end of the deal and gave the cobbler the watch. Upon returning home and seeing the watch would not work he brought it to his friend the jeweler, who simply remarked that it needed a new winding mechanism and fixed it for less than the cost of a handful of nails. The cobbler lived happily ever after and without his watch the faerie missed the summer solstice.