Greetings, poetic peoples! De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo here. It’s time again for that pithiest of prompts, the Quadrille – when we pen poems of just 44 words, including one word we here a dVerse provide. And today, since the original meaning of the word “quadrille” was a dance, I’ve got a hootenanny of a prompt for you…

This week, I want you to preen your poetic feathers, build yourself a comfortable writing nest, and explore the word HOOT. 

Now, obviously, you can write some onomatopoeia about an owl. But you could also hoot your own horn, give us a hoot and a holler, dance your way to a real hootenanny, speak of the history of Hooterville, regale us with a dining experience at Hooters, or invent some fabulous wordsmash that no one’s come up with yet. Who’s up for designing a hoot-suit? Making a 21-hoot salute? Hey, we’re all in cahoots here – and our delight is abso-hoot, when you have some fun with words. 

…which was a specialty of Shel Silverstein. 

And an art form, for Shakespeare…

Midsummer Night’s Dream, William Shakespeare 

This is a great book! And the movie’s good, too. 

 Here’s hoping this prompt is a real hoot! 

New to the Q? Here’s what to do: 
Give a hoot about the rules and write us a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title), including some semblance of the word hoot. Post your poem on your blog, and link up using Mr. Linky below. Then have yourself a real hootenanny ’round the internet, as you read and comment on others’ poems. And remember: the Quadrille is up all week! So come back to read and write some more! 

Some musical sensations for your poetic inspiration: 
Hoot Mon (Bing Crosby): 

The Night We Called it a Day (Bob Dylan): 

Or perhaps you prefer Frank Sinatra: 

Take the Money and Run, Steve Miller Band 

And of course, there’s Hootie & The Blowfish 

And just for fun…
Woodsy Owl: 

Who all’s old enough to remember this guy? **raises hand**