Monday, June 23, 2008

Poetry Minute: A Tribute.

Posted by Nelly Belly at 7:03 PM



Alright world, lets talk.  Many of you have known me for a long time, some of you have just begun to explore the greatness that is me.  For those of you who do know me, you will know that I am an avid poet.  I enjoy the classics, Green Eggs and Ham, anything Shel Silverstein did, and of course, who could overlook the great TuPac.  TuPac of course is still alive and well, he just had to go into hiding for a bit because things were just too hot for the big TuTu at the time. Maybe if we clap loud enough and chant "I do believe in ferries" the gangsta Gods will bring him out of hiding.  But enough of TuPac, where were we?     


Some of you were present at that fateful night when I read my first poem out of retirement at the BYU 149th ward talent show.  After what was arguably my best performance, I am now emotionally ready to release the words of my poem to the cyber world.  So pull up a seat, stay a while, relax to the smooth sounds and funky beats of poetry minute.  This episodes title is: Mac and Cheese, a Tribute.  

Before I dive right into the goodness, let me create the atmosphere that was there that fateful night.  There we were, 149th Ward, having a jolly old time, when the lights went dark and the fresh funky sounds of a hot bass walk filled the air.  Gently the spotlight fell on the great one, when to his side stood a shrouded object, standing mysteriously in the night.  But what was that mysterious object?  Check this one out world:






Question.

What is the reason that drives this array of words?

What is the season that gathers this entourage of love birds.

A vestige that brings the most spectacular reward,

A Prestige that will strike your inner-most chord. 

 

Our present purpose: to unveil the identity of our little masked friend

By rhyme, by mystery, and by sonnet let us transcend

 

Her dangerous curves have known to transmorphozise to the familiar shapes of youth

Bringing better texture, and enrooting the deepest of eternal truths. 

 

Some, we are sad to report, have been known to plague her deep, golden locks with the plague of sliced franks, pepper, or even hot sauce.

 

For tonight’s thesis is the fountain of youth,

the 7th,8th, and in some countries, the 9th world wonder. 

 

Perhaps some of you have a wager, a guess, as to the identity of our masked friend?

 

Answer.

Prestige.

The Cheese

 

1 Comment:

  1. Wendy said...
    June 24, 2008 at 5:31 AM  
    Someone give this man a Nobel prize for literature.

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