My ideal world (in iambic heptameter)
Written by hootenannie on January 28th, 2009If everything were up to me, I tell you what I’d do:
I’d always have a good hair day and never have the flu.
I’d sleep in ’til whenever and I’d stay up ’til it’s late,
My bank account would overflow and then I’d celebrate.
I’d eat whate’er I wanted and I’d never gain a pound,
And since red wine would not stain teeth I’d never have to frown.
My temp job of a year would not turn out to be a tease,
The boss man would not tell me that they’re in a hiring freeze.
My family and my friends alike would live in the same place,
We’d see each other often but we’d still maintain our space.
I’d find a boy who loves me who would lift my heavy bags,
But I don’t want a man that I can tranquilize and tag;
For I am strong and I am not afraid to take a chance,
But I don’t want to be the one who has to wear the pants.
Some coffee in the morning, conversation late at night,
And in between, I’d write and write and write and write and write.
I’d grow in truth and knowledge as I walked from year to year,
The love of God would feed my faith and starve away my fear.
The sun would shine when I was glad and hide when I was glum,
And everyone would know that without ME it’s just AWESO.
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two thumbs waaaay up!
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Just top notch, Annie! ESPN has this thing called an Instant Classic – when two teams have an epic game that everyone should see. This is going in a special place in my database of cool stuff. This is a blogging instant classic! Top. Notch!
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This is a masterpiece.
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You’re a genius.
That is all.
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i don’t know you, and you don’t know me, but this made my day. thanks!
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My clever Annie Friend!
Confession: some people get songs stuck in their heads. I sometimes get phrases. Yesterday I had the phrase “iambic pentameter” stuck in my head. Needless to say, I giggled when I saw your title!
And smiled when I read your poem!
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…The love of God would feed my faith and starve away my fear.
Brill.. simply brill…
aaannd…. scene.
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Hello new blog friend. Thanks for sharing your writing with us the blogging world. My spirit is lighter and my heart refreshed. I love every word.
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Do you remember when you plagiarized the lyrics from a verse from a Christian children’s musical, and turned it in for a poem that was due in high school english class? You had it in you all the time!!
mom
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you make me smile!!!
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Superb! A+
If you ever want to sub during a writing class let me know!
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You are so creative! Talented! Amazing!
Loved this, AP.
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MOM.
Now Little Annie Parsons will know that I once cheated in high school (not to mention all the way through 5th grade science).
Little AP – cheating is wrong. Never do it. That goes for all of y’all.
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And because of you it IS Awesome!
Great poem! All you need now is a minstrel playing a harp or lute in the backgound.
“Little” AP: “Big” AP is right. Cheating is bad. And as you can see, it’s completely unnecessary.
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Having a little AP must be delightful. I wish I had a little AN…
Anyway, great poem!
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Good to see “whate’er” made an appearance.
(By the way, I failed to delurk last week, so you can count this as my response.)
Luke H.
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Amazing…just amazing!
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ah… to have a little MJG. HUGELY impossible I feel. But I guess that is MY legacy. To be the only MJG.
also, let me be the FIRST to say this poem was awesome. ;)
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i don’t even know what iambic heptameter is, but i immediately started reading it that way. I mean, i think…all shel silverstein like, right??
And my word verification? Herses. Which is one letter off from horses. Which, incidently, is not my favoriet hooved animal.
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This is genius! Love it!