Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Iron Poet: Battle Circus


Let the Poem-Off begin!


Listed below you'll find the entries for the theme, "Circus Surprise." The theme could be interpreted in any way by the writers.
Some silliness, some seriousness. All are anonymous until the winner is revealed. We did have a couple of cases of more than one entry per person. I made an executive decision to include each entry. Take a gander, then vote using the poll in the left margin. Voting is open until Friday morning. Later that day we'll crown a new Iron Poet, winner of the Poem Off.

Thank you to each person who submitted an entry. This has been a lot of fun. Who knows? If you all like it, too, maybe we'll do it again sometime.

Poem 1

To our dismay

The tightrope gave

And sent its bearer plunging

He fell so long

And fell headlong

His awkward legs were fumbling

And as he fell

He did not yell

He met his fate with laughter

For in the net

A second chance

Was granted—which he’ll flaunter.



Poem 2

young boy

smile as bright as a circus spotlight

lighting, brightening the dimmest rooms

…star of the show


star of the show

wows the crowd…master showman, master of ceremonies--

his song not perfect, yet he remained

star of the show


star of the show

exited on time—His time--but left the crowd wanting more

his light was dimmed too soon for the

star of the show


young boy’s young cousin

watches the crowd, hears the master of this odd ceremony

wonders why the smiles have dimmed, for she knows he’s now with the

Star of the show




Poem 3

A magician fluffed his robe and stepped into the ring

He wanted to see if an elephant could sing

And not just sing, but sing as a bird

And if it could, he’d want it heard.


He flicked his wand and produced a smoke

Once inhaled the elephant choked

But when he choked, he began to howl

And not as a monkey, but as an owl


The magician was troubled and flicked again

This time the creature clucked like a hen.

Not only cluck, but it scratched and pecked

And rooted around for a juicy insect


He rolled up his sleeves and tried anew

This time he shot a jet of blue

When it struck, the elephant growled

And as a lion began to prowl


Despite the scowls from the crowd

He lifted his wand and produced a frown

But once he pointed and produced a light

The elephant took off in a terrible fright.


For it had become the only elephant

That could cluck like a hen,

Howl as an owl,

Prowl as a lion,

Sing like a bird

But the magician wanted to logic defy

Instead he produced a circus surprise.



Poem 4

The circus stopped in the next town

Out went the horses, tightropes, clowns

The people came (and none was fickle)

To see the show and crunch on pickles


The red-striped tent was hot and loud

Applause erupted through the crowd

For elephants, tigers, and trapeze

Up so high none dared to sneeze


Yet when a man roared out a tune

Gasps sucked air from the whole room

For the “opera” singer there this time

Was none other than the mime



Poem 5

The circus was in town,
And we couldn’t wait to go,
We packed up all the family,
And we headed to the show.
But our night was very different,
It turned out really queer,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

The lion tamer was nervous,
His lion had been rough,
So he opened up a frosty beer
And started to engulf.
Nobody should ever drink,
(That’s something we all know),
He wandered off without his beer
Distracted by his phone.

This bear had a tricky act,
Where he balanced on a ball,
So the bear and his male trainer,
Headed out for the great hall.
The trainer stopped to talk to Sue,
The cute young acrobat,
He didn’t see the beer can,
That the bear was staring at.

The bear reached out his giant paws
And grabbed it in one swipe,
And just that fast, the beer was gone,
Down his big windpipe.
The rest is really frightening,
But you really need to hear,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

The trainer did not notice,
The bear was acting strange;
He gaze was still on Sue,
Who was still in visual range.
The bear began to do his act;
But some began to jeer,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

The bear was really tipsy,
He couldn’t stay upright
He slipped right off his little ball,
fell like a concrete kite.
Then things went really crazy,
And lots of things were weird,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

The bear liked cotton candy,
And he charged the little cart
He stuck his head down in the treat
Which probably wasn’t smart.
His face was blue and sticky,
And the people ran in fear,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

Now the bear with covered eyes,
Ran around with great abandon,
Not seeing where he’s going,
He got stuck inside the cannon.
We all know what cannons do,
No need to say it here,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

The cannon fired loudly,
And through the air he flew,
Like any other bear who flies,
A great big howl he blew.
Inside the tent was chaos,
So loud no one could hear,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

He landed on the tightrope,
A bear who’s scared of heights,
He wrapped his legs around the rope,
It was really quite a sight.
The crowd was really worried,
They really were sincere,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

The bear’s paws slipped and down he fell,
He was growling all the way.
Bouncing off the safety net,
That net had saved the day.
And once they saw his safe descent,
The crowd with one voice cheered,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

About the bear, the clowns knew not,
And in the ring they flew,
And one clown started cussing;
when he stepped in the bear poo.
Children all around the ring,
Quickly shut their ears,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

The ringmaster fainted,
And The trainer, he ran off.
"I’ll go and stop that crazy bear!"
yelled David Hasselhoff.
He bravely strode into the ring,
While people gasped in fear,
And all because of that one bear
Who drank a can of beer.

David walked up to the bear,
And bonked him on the head,
The bear just fell and landed hard,
He really did look dead.
The circus was so grateful
On That long and fateful night,
Hasselhoff got lifetime passes,
Since he helped them in their plight.

The bear was really fine;
He was surprisingly okay,
He lived for many years,
Performing all the way.
But there is much for us to learn
About more than hosselhoff,
We need to see that bears get drunk
And can even catch a cough.

Well, this story has a moral
Which is really quite austere:
don’t ever leave your bear alone,
or else he’ll find your beer.
Better yet, don’t ever drink;
you’ll never have to hear,
"Hey, you act just like that bear
Who drank a can of beer."

21 comments:

Travis said...

Holy Smoke, Batman! Those were some of the funniest poems I've read in a long time. This little project was fun and should be replicated in the near future. It pains me to vote for only one of these, but I'll do so once I've figured out who deserves to win. I'm pretty certain it won't be me 8{(

Anonymous said...

OOH! It's going to be hard to pick a winner! All of the poems are good, each in its own way! Do I pick the one that is the funniest? Or the one with the best moral? Or the one that is the longest (or shortest)? How do I choose? Such a dilemma!

Anonymous said...

wow, this really was a tough vote. Can we just get five batches of brownies and call it all a tie?

Nice job Will. I'm still chuckling.

Anonymous said...

By the way, I think "crunch on pickles" is my new favorite phrase.

Travis said...

Dave-
Unless you have inside knowledge on who submitted what, I doubt you have appreciated mine. I know which one I wish I wrote. I have to admit, I was astounded when I saw the talent that presented itself within the group. I just assumed we were a bunch of ding dongs, but I think I was wrong.

I'm having trouble voting. I'm tempted to vote based on technique and form. But, I'm also tempted to vote based on humor, and I'm tempted to vote based on origionality. Fortunately, I'm not going to vote based on message, 'cause that wouldn't be fair.

Yikes, I'm taking over the blog. Better run...

Dave said...

Trav,

I do have inside knowledge-I know yours and Alison's writing styles. :-)

Knowing how to vote is a tough one, because there are so many ways to vote. I find one of them amazing, but I enjoyed reading another one more. So, how do you satisfy that dilemma. I guess I'll have to vote multiple times.

Anonymous said...

You mean we can vote more than once??? Yay!!! On second thought, maybe I better not, though.

Travis said...

I can't wait until the veil is lifted. I wish I could see everyone's face when we identify the participants. I think I'm going to vote based on style. And, I'm going to vote based on what made me laugh out loud. And, I'm going to vote one extra just for fun, that way the ding dong who didn't get any votes will get at least one!

Dave said...

I was kidding about voting more than once. Although I do have three computers at work, so I could vote four times...hmmmm...

With that in mind, which one did Alison write? (I want guaranteed brownies)

Travis said...

If you vote for me, I'll give you (most) of the brownies--except for the corner pieces--and except for the ones the kids eat. Other than that, you can have mine.

Alison Bryant said...

Eh-- corner pieces, schmorner pieces.

I myself have been impressed with the quality of work. Makes me wish I had had time to enter something. (Oops--was I supposed to reveal that?)

Travis said...

Does corner and schmorner rhyme?

Anonymous said...

I will vote for only one as long as everyone gives me assurances that it is not anything derogatory to the other 4. Wow. Good job to all you guys that submitted. I am glad that I decided to make my own brownies and did not dilute the overall quality of the submissions! I guess I will have to wait to vote until all my brownies are gone. Off to the kitchen!

Anonymous said...

as long as everyone gives me assurances that it is not anything derogatory to the other 4.

What? You're not making any sense. What did you put in those brownies?

Anonymous said...

Dave - it means that I will not vote for 1 if it means I am saying that the other 4 are not good. (I am trying to save the working brain cells I have for school so I do not make sense most of the time anymore)

Brownies are excellent! Best I have made in years - with the help of HEB of course.

Dave said...

Dan, just make sure whoever you vote for is will or alison. I want brownies!

Alison Bryant said...

Brownies baked brilliantly beckon both begging and bragging.


I have no point to that little ditty. Hmmm...perhaps there's an Alliteration-Off in our future...

Anonymous said...

Aren't you clever!

Anonymous said...

Alliteration always amuses...A+

Anonymous said...

Each poem has winning attributes and I loved seeing the different poem structures. In the end, my vote was based on the most clever circus surprise.

I also vote for alternating poem-offs with some alliteration acumen. (don't know if that's grammatically correct)

Anonymous said...

Rose are red
Violets are blue
The poems are great
Oh which do I choose

Do I vote short?
Should I vote fun?
Although with those poems
I cannot go wrong

Nice job to all
You've made us smile
We'll see now who wins
We're in the last mile.