Monday, January 08, 2007

Fibs

Fabulous Fel has a fantastic name for a new type of poem: Fibs! Fibs are a little like Haiku, except they're based on the Fibbonaci number sequence (1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 56, 90, etc ...), in which the amount of syllables in each line is equal to the sum of the syllables in the previous two lines.

Here is a Fib!

Fact

Cats
Aren't
Designed
To mind you.
Anyone knows that!
Felines are living, holy art.

That's Fel's Fib, in fact.

Here is another, by me!

Sock Fact
One
Sock
Always
Goes missing,
Leaving the other
Sock lonely and melancholic.

Here are some more! (These following Fibs are all mine).

Underpants Fact


Nine
Times
Out of
Ten you should
Refrain from wearing
Underpants upon your head. They
Probably won't fit, and it will make your aunties stare.

A Review of James Joyce's Ulysses

It's
Just
A ten
Thousand word
Malapropism.

An Autistic View of Architecture

I
Like
Stairs. I
Like to walk
Up and down stairs. I
Like to count the stairs as I walk
Up and down the stairs. Do you like stairs? Here are some words
That mean 'stairs': 'Doorstep', 'gradation', 'notch', 'rest', 'round', 'step', 'run', 'rung', 'tread'. I like stairs. Stairs are fun.

Reader, Fib me some more! And don't fob me off with a flubbed Fib, or a squib of a Fib!

10 comments:

  1. Anonymous7:41 pm

    Oi
    Be
    Floiying
    To Smellbourne,
    Saturdee thirteenth,
    To investigate real estate
    As opposed to all that pretend rubbish inhabited]
    By elves and the like and was wondering if you and/or mates fancied afternoon tea]

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  2. Anonymous7:44 pm

    Eek. In line 7, you need to pronounce "inhabited" as if it has 3 syllables. I suggest "inhabted".

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  3. That sounds like a positively spiffing idea, and I wouldn't worry so much about the syllables as it's very much a debatable prospect as to whether the word 'malapropism' has five syllables in it.

    By an odd coincidence, a group of bloggers (including possibly Sillsbend) are meeting for afternoon tea on Sunday, you want for me to forward you the details?

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  4. Anonymous8:58 pm

    That would be just super. Sillsbend has one of my numerous email addresses, but should it prove unextractable from herself, you could try firstname.surname@gmail.com

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  5. Anonymous9:00 pm

    Except I just belatedly noticed that this blogclub meeting is on SUNDAY, and I'm heading back to Sydville saturday evening. Darnit.

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  6. Anonymous11:09 am

    p.s.: by which I meant *my* firstname and surname.

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  7. I can't contribute to this thread.

    I never lose socks.

    I have never lost a sock in my entire life.

    I have no comprehension of how anyone could lose one sock of a pair - in their own home - even once, let alone repeatedly.

    I'm serious.

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  8. I have no comprehension of how it happens either, I just know it does happen!

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  9. Sad
    To
    Say but
    There are far
    More than ten thousand
    Words in Ulysses and I hate
    Every single god-fearing kidney-eating one.

    :)

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  10. 'Stately' is a fine word, as are 'plump', 'Buck', and 'Mulligan', but place them together in a sentence, and a shiver will run down the spine of all who have read that book, or at least have some idea of what comes after.

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