It may seem to you that Bryntin lives in his own little world, unencumbered and unbothered with alternative influences to his own blog writing or much other life outside of it. However, he does follow some other blogs and has their writers new posting efforts appearing in his WordPress reader.
Sometimes he goes off and reads the new postings and some other sometimes he really quite enjoys them.
One that he read and enjoyed recently was from the blog called TanGental, from the author Geoff Le Pard, who probably originally comes from Ireland but has dropped the ‘o’ , proving that a Le O’Pard can change it’s spots or, at least, its apparent nationality.
It was this one (and please do go off and read it but do come back afterwards) which was his entry to a weekly terrible poetry competition. Unfortunately for him, it was really quite good and so didn’t lose. Or didn’t win. Bryntin isn’t quite sure what the desired result was actually but Geoff’s great effort wasn’t top or bottom, whichever way round you looked at it. Anyway, having followed the link in the TanGental post for where this competition had originated, Bryntin landed on the source of the prompt, which was on the blog of one Chelsea Owens.
You know what’s coming next, don’t you?
Yes! After reading all of the really terrible poetry entries for the prompt that Geoff was up against, Bryntin found there was a new prompt requesting entries for even more really terrible poetry. And if there’s one thing Bryntin can be relied on to be really good at, it’s not poetry.
So he had to have a go at the latest prompt himself, just to see if he could make his poetry bad enough. And if went badly enough, he could try again another time.
As they say, if at first you don’t succeed, have another go at not succeeding next week.
So the prompt/theme/intended overall grand sweeping narrative arc of the prompt was:
the snow rains down
like sparkling frozen water
difficult to drive on
if it doesn’t instantly meltdown
the slipperiness of the road now
that is cover’d o’er with snow
makes it much more likely
to skid and hit a cow
the temperature gauge has bing-ed
to register minus 3 centigrade
that’s 26.6 Fahrenheit
if you’re not metrically skinn-ed
but this is what it’s like
driving the middle of the winter
you can’t see the road through the screen, so
probably safer to mountain bike
it’s not all bad of course,
there’s snowmen and snowballs
and really cold air
that can make your throat go hoarse
That’s probably not bad enough, but you never know. At least I hardly tried.
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Bryntin has realised that not many bothered much with that so he has replaced that paragraph with this long bit of alternative text, in the form of one very long sentence, which actually doesn’t make any point at all except to make you pretty annoyed that, if you have made the effort to read this far, you have now found it was actually just a complete waste of your time. Thank you.