I am referring to the Le Creuset dutch oven my boss gave me for Christmas. FREAK OUT PEOPLE! These pots are amazing! I hath coveted them for eons. And it's red. Come over, I'll make you dinner.
Marcy gave me my long distance phone code for the office. Which I had already forgotten at least three times. To help me remember, I converted the numbers into letters, so 2213 became BBAC. Then I sang it to the tune of Beethoven's 5th symphony. Then I realized that BBAC looks like a rhyme scheme for a poem. So I made a new form of poetry. It's called a Christa. Here are the rules:
In addition to the rhyme scheme laid out above, the first and second and fourth lines have 7 syllables (like my first name) and the third line has 5 syllables (like my last name). The subject generally pertains to unexpected death caused by unusual circumstances.
Here are a few examples:
Snow
Everywhere I look is snow
I don't know which way to go
I think I am lost
I suspect wolves will eat me
This poem slightly bends the rules of a Christa because the death is not quite unexpected. Here is another, more classic example of a Christa:
Girl
She wears long and flowing sleeves
The wind grabs them as she leaves
She flies up so high
and plummets to the ground, Smoosh!
Now you try. Everyone can write a Christa.
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4 comments:
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oh how I love you and your poetry! Your name has seven letters though, not syllables. I determinedly tried to sound out how you could stretch Christa into 7 syllables...not too much success.
right, well, 7 syllables because my name has 7 letters...you know. :D
I hadn't heard of Le Creuset until I lived in the Morrin house, where we had an incredibly awesome set of enamel-covered, cast iron cookware. (I believe they were Le Creuset but I'm not 100% sure.)
You totally need to make some no-knead bread, now that you have the requisite dutch oven.
Beckii
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