Greetings, passionate poemers! De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) here. I’ve been a bit of a bum these past few months, as far as poeming goes, so today I’d like us to take that word and babble on a bit about our bums. Boast about our bummers. Blast through the boring bumf.
Remember, the Quadrille is that pithy little creation of our own making: simply a poem of exactly 44 words, including one specific word provided. So be a beach bum. Bum a cigarette. Bum us out or have us bursting out laughing in wonder at your best bumbling of the word: Bummer. Bummed. Bumbershoot. Bumming. Bumptious. Bumpkin. Bumboat.
Tut tut, it looks like it’s about to be raining poems…
Get off your bum and brandish us a poem of exactly 44 words (not including the title), and be sure to blast in some form of the word bum. Bum-rush a rhyme. Go wild with hyphens. Have fun with sound bump. Just be sure to buzz us your best bum poem, and share it here!
Anybody else old enough to remember the Bummers page of Dynamite Magazine?
New to the Q? No need to be bumfuzzled! Here’s what to do:
Just write a poem of precisely 44 words, including some form of the word bum. Link it up by clicking Mr. Linky below. Then bum a ride about the blogisphere, where you’re sure to bump into some of the most talented bards around. No time to write and post today? Don’t be too bummed: the Quadrille is an at-the-Pub-all-week sort of band, so remember to come back and read (and write!) some more!