1. Describe your most embarrassing moment in the form of a poem.
2. Tell the story of how Peanut Butter met Jelly.
3. Which historical figure would you want to go out with on a Friday night?
I first tried # 1. But my mom said it was a terrible poem and that is wasn't embarrassing at all.
So just this evening I wrote this one. And I really enjoy it. So here you go . . .Prompt Numbah TWOOOOO!
In ancient mythology, in the
darkest recess of memory, lies the tale of the most famous forgotten enemies. Long
ago, there stood a mighty and ancient mountain, known by all as Pan. It was prophesied
that Pan would soon be conquered, and her victor would be gloriously rewarded
by the mountain herself. Two rival tribes, on opposite sides of Pan, each sent
their mightiest warrior to secure the fabled fortune. With blessings and armor,
the two men set out on their journeys simultaneously. After many hardships and
long days, the two men met on the summit – each outraged and surprised at the
other’s arrival. Forsaking their weariness, they at once lunged at one another.
In a fearsome battle that lasted many days, the men fought without rest. Rock
nor tree nor mountain could withstand the men’s anger, for they were the
warriors of old. Finally, they halted their combat for they realized they were
once again on low ground. In their endless brawl, the men had destroyed the
mountain. Pan, the grand and colossal, was gone. But Pan was no ordinary
mountain. While she could not fight back to stop the men’s destruction as it
was happening, finding herself in ruins she summoned a mystic force and opened
the ground beneath the men’s feet – swallowing them whole. Pan entombed her warriors
together for all eternity.
The local townspeople long told of
the legend of Pan and her captives. The men, whose names in the olden tongue
were Penut Butah and Jel Le, served as a warning against wanton destruction for
generations. For reasons unknown, the lesson vanished over the millennia but contemporaries
still harbor remnants of the story in their subconscious. To this day, people
still imprison Penut Butah and Jel Le in pan.
Do ya get it? Get it? GET IT? Wasn't that wonderful? Well, I think so and that's all that matters (jk). Of course, I thought the word limit was 300 instead of 150. So I wrote this glorious beast and then had to massacre it. Oh well. That's life.
Allons-y
Tor-y
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