Felicity & Ferocity

RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC: A TRAGIC ACCIDENT - by JP
Words supplied by: Hackenstar

He stepped out from his beat up van
To reconcile unto the man
Whose ultra-brand-new black sedan
He'd crumpled when he sped -

Right through the red-light - quickly past
A group that stood there flabbergast
They'd never seen a crash so fast
(Or so each one there said).

A British chap opened the door
Of black-sedan (mentioned before)
Said, "Cheerio," but nothing more
And promptly fell down dead.

So, there you have the first thing that popped into my head as I stared at those three words... kinda depressing, but what can you do? Hehe. Thanks for the eProps :) They brightened my day.

You should *totally* go as Eowyn. I can see that. Except for the *blonde* hair, unless you've got a date with a bottle of bleach that we don't know about :)

I am going as an X-wing pilot from the first Star Wars movie, complete with orange jumpsuit and black gloves. Unfortunately, in order to get a helmet like the ones in the movies, I'd have to shell out around $75 that I'm not willing to spend, so it'll be close, but not exact.

Which officially makes me a dork :)

Brilliant use of the word "Cheerio!" How cool to have that be one's Last Word!
LOL!

It'll be Eowyn in her burlap-type looking dress when she is practicing swording in the castle whereapon Aragorn walks by and startles her. Remember that dress?

total of bleach blonde dates: 0
total of dates who look like Aragorn: 0

Hahahaha :) As long as none of your dates look like Orlando Bloom (Legolas) either, you should be fine... what a complete tool!

what do you mean? Do you not think Orlando Bloom is hott?

I don't overly think so. Aragorn on the other hand.......................

ok, it's really late, and when I tried to spell b-o-b I got n-p-n instead.

(looking down at keyboard)

I guess I'm off the hook since they're practically right on top of one another. I just wanted to say that saying the word wrist-rest five times fast is much ahrder when you're looking at the actual spelling of the word in print rather than just thinking of the object in your head.

Good nicht. naice. night.

Dear friend, I cannot reconcile
The things you mean to me
Laughter and tears, the joy and pain
Of our shared destiny.

I look at our world and all we know
How so much life has past
Yet even more remains to come
It makes me flabbergast.

Can life be a book and our friends the ones
Who shape up the way that we go?
Why do we all have to move far away
With no more than a "cheerio."
*****

Not written for anyone in particular. Just some general thoughts on all my friends who live far away.

The cheerios in her bowl disintegrated slowly.
Mushy, like the words running round her mind.
Sitting still produces atrophy;
Looking back at life she thinks of all she could have been.

What books, what thoughts, what poems were freshly stored in her brain, awaiting escape!
Her sharp intellect used to flabbergast her friends.
But she let the milk of creativity sit too long--

And she cannot reconcile the past with the decay of Today.

I'm feeling a little rusty; hence the depressing theme. Congrats on the new job!!!

SCF

PS
Now that I have finally found the "El Dorado" of creative writing, where dross is converted to gold via alchemy until fabulous riches surpass even the limits of the conquistadors' greed, I will visit it every day.

Or at least once a week.

SCF

HACKENHAIKU PRELUDE

Felicity and
Ferocity set the game;
the three words given--

the first: reconcile,
the second word: flabbergast
and the third: Cheerio.

AND ON THE THREE WORDS

Diddle, hey diddle,
The flabbergast fiddle,
The cow nearly swallowed the moon;
The cornflake and Cheerio laughed at the sight
Of the dog who would reconcile darkness and light;
And the bowl eloped with the chopstick.

a genuine haiku too! bravo again.