This blog is designed specifically for Hanover High School students in Ms. Piro's early English literature course.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Question of the Week (11/12/10)
Post your original tale to the blog by the end of the school day on Tuesday. Make sure to respond to a fellow classmate's tale as well. Enjoy your weekend.
Here is my tale...I'm supposed to be a depressed Killer Whale (that sort of wishes it were a dolphin. I guess?)
I suppose I should tell you a wee tale, A story that consists of great detail. I am not one whom likes to speak often, As life seems so bleak every now and then. We are all a perishable being, And I find this entertainment demeaning. Can we forget this horrendous journey? As we shall all end up on a gurney. Let the oil come and wash us away, I’ve really nothing important to say.
I see not a point in this fleeting life, All I know is such suffering and strife. I am so deplorable by all means, Perhaps I’d be happy if I were lean. Being a buoyant, cumbersome fellow, I really can’t help but feel quite mellow. I wish I were a dolphin it is true, If I had their beauty I’d nay be blue. I will tell you this tale to pass the time, It’s of a young whale who was in his prime.
Called Shamu he was the talk of the sea, As brave and gallant as any could be. Good Shamu fell in love with a young lass, A sweet dolphin, with eloquence and class. Her name was Dory, so graceful and light, The others fought for her with all their might. But Shamu did court her, spoke of great love, Needing her praise, he prayed to God above, Asking dearly for her fin in marriage, He was unaware of her disparage.
Young Dory did not wish to be married, For she felt wives became rather harried. She much preferred living a single life, And felt sick thinking of being a wife. One day, as Dory was taking a swim, She met a handsome dolphin on a whim. His name was Crab, a rather cocky git, But Dory was enamored by his wit. Crab and Dory slowly began to court, While Shamu did try to be a sport.
For poor Shamu was so very distraught, He began to think if Crab and he fought, He could surely win the heart of Dory, And he could swim the gulf in victory. “I challenge thee to fight for the dear lass!” Shamu did screech so, it shook the landmass. “I shall not fight you, you oaf,” Crab did bark, “It’d nay be fair. I’m as strong as a shark!” Shamu felt so invincible, you see, He did strike the dolphin, Crab, so aptly.
Crab flew back in surprise, whipping his tail, He swam forward and bit Shamu’s entrails. Shamu fell quite fast and felt great defeat, He cried out, gripping his gut, “Crab, you cheat!” Dear little Dory watch in such surprise, She found it hard to stifle her small cries. Crab swam to her, and comforted her still, But she pushed him off and said she was ill. Shamu did get up, so shamed and so hurt, He just hung his head and watched the two flirt.
(It wouldn't let me post it all as one comment. See below.)
For poor Shamu was so very distraught, He began to think if Crab and he fought, He could surely win the heart of Dory, And he could swim the gulf in victory. “I challenge thee to fight for the dear lass!” Shamu did screech so, it shook the landmass. “I shall not fight you, you oaf,” Crab did bark, “It’d nay be fair. I’m as strong as a shark!” Shamu felt so invincible, you see, He did strike the dolphin, Crab, so aptly.
Crab flew back in surprise, whipping his tail, He swam forward and bit Shamu’s entrails. Shamu fell quite fast and felt great defeat, He cried out, gripping his gut, “Crab, you cheat!” Dear little Dory watch in such surprise, She found it hard to stifle her small cries. Crab swam to her, and comforted her still, But she pushed him off and said she was ill. Shamu did get up, so shamed and so hurt, He just hung his head and watched the two flirt.
“Oh Dory, my Dory,” Crab did cry out, “I love you, only you, without a doubt.” Dory thought and felt quite bad for Shamu, He looked so sad she didn’t know what to do. “I’m sorry dear Shamu,” She did begin, “But I can’t love you. Just look at your fin! Whales and dolphins are truly no good match, Your too big and I’m light, we’re a mismatch. Do you understand? Oh say that you do!” Shamu did bow to her and bid adieu.
Shamu swam fast and far, to seas away, His heart did break, he couldn’t bear to stay. He left his home unabashedly so, Where he did go, no one had claimed to know. Then Crab and Dory did so court for years, --And as we know, Dolphins do persevere-- Until one day a proposal was made, Dory did so accept without persuade. So the couple swam away together, As if they had been joined by a tether.
Poor Shamu had lost his reputation, And his heart had suffered some frustration. The dolphins cheery, happy as ever, While the whale died in the cold weather. No whale ever gets a happy ending, Our entire race is descending, Into a state made of pure depression, It’s really quite hard to feel aggression. You wanted a tale, so there you have it, It’s nay cheery or funny I admit.
But, it’s a whale’s tale, one of woe and pain, A truthful sentiment I shall not feign. For those of you who nay are great big whales, I count thee lucky, as we shan’t prevail, And are forever forced to a sad life, And will probably never have a wife. I feel I should warn you of this dark truth, I accepted it back when I had youth. I’m better for it, honestly, I am. That is all--I thank thee, sir and madame.
"Please don't think me rude", the sea monster said, "But I really am not allowed to shed Much light on my profession. I will say That my work is all for the Sea-I.A. My name is Nessie and I watch the seas. I keep the humans away, if you please. It's because of my comp'ny that they keep Out of our lives and the oceans so deep. My job's to scare them away from water And prevent any merciless slaughter.
Of my profession I've said quite enough. Now let's turn to my tale, it's quite good stuff. Of a silver wolf I shall be speaking, And a slimy black snake who likes sneaking. Now these two animals lived in a town Where the young children seemed always to drown. The Ow'lish Mayor, so wise and so bright Thought that the children were taken at night. The whole town tried to trap those tricky crooks And they were at last seen crossing the brook.
The Mayor decided to set a price On the heads of those crooks so he'd entice Someone in the town to catch them for gold. And the slithery, sneaking snake was sold. He'd gladly catch those crooks for some money! Clinking coins to the snake's ears were honey! Yet the snake was quite bad at playing good, And he had no idea how he would Catch those crooks to get some gold. Oh poor snake! He was sure that he'd make some huge mistake.
But lucky for him, the wolf intervened And said that he would take care of those fiends. The wolf refused to accept any pay. "Whatever it takes, I shall find a way. Be sure those criminals won't last the night. I'll catch them", he vowed, "and give them a fright." Now the snake was mad at the wolf so pure. He knew his glory'd been stolen for sure. So the snake concocted a dev'lish plan. At twelve o'clock that night it all began.
The wolf sat at the brook. What did he find? That slithering snake, who'd made up his mind To be rich by the first rays of sunlight. To do this he'd use the wolf, so polite. "Oh Mister Wolf" said the snake with sneer, "It sure is a relief to see you here." Now that wolf knew all of the snake's old tricks, But thought that having a snake in the mix Would be sure to stop the crooks in their tracks And cause them to run. Those are the true facts.
So the wolf agreed to a partnership With the snake 'til the crooks were in their grip. Presently those evildoers came by. It was a rooster and a crow, so sly. They crossed over the brook and the moonlight Shone on their cruel faces and did incite The wolf to attack and the snake to flee. The wolf's much more noble, if you ask me. He pounced and tore those criminals apart And saw to it that their lives did depart.
After he did this, the wolf was tired, And to under a tree he retired. That slimy snake slithered back so softly And saw that his whole scheme was not faulty. Without waking the wolf, he gathered up The remaining limbs, and into a cup Went the pieces of those two criminals. The gore didn't scare him, on principle. That double-crossing snake went back to town, Where his false vic'try gave him much renown.
Now that Ow'lish mayor knew very well Of the snake's deception, but he'd not tell For fear of what the snake might do to him. He thought that he might be torn limb from limb. And so he said nothing of the wolf's skill. The secret's now making that owl ill. So here is my advice to all of you: Make sure you give credit where it is due!
I think Meg did a really good job sounding like her character throughout her story. The wording and language were engaging and sounded like Chaucer. Overall, her tale was very interesting and reflected the whale's character nicely.
For Meg: Your story is indeed quite sad and does extend the personality of your killer whale. That being said, it's not quite clear what aspect of society are you satirizing. You might be satirizing the depressed in some way, though you don't really make it clear. Also, many of your lines are not in iambic pentameter.
Michaela: The moral of your story is clear at the end, however the end of your story is a little bit unclear. If the mayor actually knew very well about the snake's deception, then logically he'd know that the snake was a coward and was in reality unable to tear him "limb from limb." Also, perhaps it would be a little bit better if you explained how the secret actually made the owl ill; it seems like your conclusion is a little bit tagged-on. Overall, I would recommend that you develop the ending of your tale a little bit more. Additionally, I would go through the tale and make your lines fit iambic pentameter, because most of them don't fit it.
My lordships, in the land from which I come, That which some call injustice is not done, For in that land all find equality. This line is known by all who live with me: All is just which is equal for all fish. My large size famed, I eat so big a dish, Yet I’m too large to move, I must be fed- Day and night the fish serve me drink and bread, Such that I may preserve equality, As the brains of the Blobs of this great sea.
With my tall, strong chauffeur the Hagfish and A troupe of Comrades whom I did command, I had arrived in the Gulf to observe America, land of wealth none deserve. Confirmed had been my fears, this bad land was Indeed a land which served the Greedy cuz, For many were obese, the others dumb; Due to men is this oil, and fish succumb. These dumb men know not that they are enslaved By great fat bosses who are so depraved.
My friends, do not forget the virtue of Equality, important more than love; The great king of Good, the bright gem of Light It is for every fish their civil right. But Sirs, let me begin my tale, a tale Of blobfish who would practice with no fail This virtue, both in workplace, also out. Hard working fish, so smart; indeed no lout, He was, in few words, the brains of the lot, He talked and taught, much knowledge he begot.
He was indeed a Blob who knew quite much He knew math, science, physics, others such; He even knew the eras of the man; Their Cold war, their crimes since their time began. He knew how to use the tools to do chores And how the fish could farm the great sea floors, He also knew how crabs could use their claws. And language he knew, its great strength, its laws. It's power, for which one can not but wish. Now Blobfish, the advisor of the fish:
He was a teacher, teaching all of thems As toddlers to be strong, good working gems, And make food, so that all the fish would get A lot to eat, and life free of regret To horses of the sea he did restate, “Pull, Pull, Pull,” and to jellyfish the great He taught these useful words, “Build home, use brick!” Thus they had been taught these words which did stick. A Blob sat in each of the large work groups, To groups, Blob chanted like drums to the troops
The words prescribed for the work the group had. Blobs were fed by crabs; their large size forbad Their walk; crabs were taught to feed them all day. As the crabs moved, to all they always said: "Feed the great blobs, so that they can propel Equality; without them we're in Hell." One day an evil fish from lands afar, He came among these fish he thought bizarre. He wondered much about these fish, his kin: How could all these fish be so very thin?
Why did these fish look very weary with, The useless fat, spoiled Blobs, who are so blithe? Indeed enraged that these poor fish were used, He swam to the wise Blob, whom he abused: “How can you treat your fellow fish so bad! Equality is in their torment, Cad! You Blobs do profit from their misery! I beg you fish, rebel now to be Free!” Yet all the fish were dumb, they thought him mad; They heard him; simply could not understand.
For they did not know any more than what By Blobfish the chants which they had been taught; Indeed; all horses of the sea could do Was just continue chanting words on cue: “Pull, Pull, Pull;” Jellyfish said this in shout: “Build home, use brick!” And thus Fish was drowned out. And now great Blobfish spoke to Evil fish: "Fool, you invade the peace of our strong, great Equality; worse, you harm it with hate. With that he told his crabs these simple words: “Tear Meat!” and to Fish the crabs went in herds.
They did jump upon him, gave him no say; The Fish was ripped to shreds without delay. And so, Equality had been preserved; And justice had been very quickly served.” The strong and large protect the weak like me; This is the beauty of equality. Defenders of the Light, I do commend, You crabs are sure to get the heaven send. We work to help each other, strong or weak. And now shall my chauffer the Hagfish speak.
Matt: I think your tale works well except for the rhyme understand/mad, and the 11 line stanza (2nd to last)and some minor stressing issues. However I now sure that everyone will get the satire, but I think our class is quite capable, so I have high hopes. i like the way it turned out but,along with my own tale I think a few extra stanzas with a few well placed ironies might have improved it. But this wasn't very doable in the time frame. Good Job Matt, now I will post mine, as the characters are linked.
My character is a hagfish who chauffeurs Matt’s character the blobfish around the ocean. The two characters are linked and Matt’s tale comes first. The Hagfish’s Prologue
Then the hag-fish spoke as he’d been bade to The blob fish’s chauffeur he was anew. He said, “I’ll speak now as blob-fish said, for I have tale to tell and tears to shed. I came here with him to look upon all We hate, but now away we must crawl. It seems the greed we so despised had brought to us the greatest rain of death and rot. So now away we fly with greatest speed, For we must now escape or all shall bleed.
Great worker I have always tried to be, But greatness beyond I has graced this sea. The worker must make everything that is, and from this the ocean is truly his , no more important fish is there in seas, than mighty worker, and what better to be when with the blob-fish, we are truly well. I’m lucky to receive this fate, and tell you all today a tale of the greatest work fish that to this day has been sea’s guest.
The Hagfish’s Tale
Here is the fish’s story that I’ve heard told None better fin the sea in workers mold. Not from his hatching to his last gulp of life, Had he made mistake nor caused real strife. A great worker he was, never rash nor too quick to anger, or to be too soar, And strong of back, when there was more for count A fish he was that never tired out If every worker could be more like him, then the oceans would be better to live in.
He lived with fish all equal, all were blessed Each fish did what he could do the best For each and every fish should get the same. To keep all fair that was their greatest aim There was a tuna who dwelt in this land who’s greatest talents were not in his hands He didn’t make, but instead he would tell, He had a son, but one that was not well. He was but egg yet lifeless like a rock, At this the tuna of course was distraught.
He did ask all the fish that he could know But none, of all, had heard of where to go. But then an octopus found him and said “I know of the ailment for tears you shed, the cure I know, and can help you to learn.” The Tuna then spoke out ,and out of turn “You must help me, I will do anything.” The octopus then said “you must bring many things, but I will cure your son.” She then said all that should be done
The Tuna searched, and spoke with others who Kept wealth. He could find all that he needs brew In the store houses, the goods of all the fish All but one though for he could only wish. It seemed that it was nowhere to be found There were some fish who talked of it’s earth bound A bay, the home of many sharks, it was. A hard to get to place but for his cause, The tuna knew this was his only way. He asked the worker to seek out this bay,
The worker then replied to him with grace, “I can help, but what danger’s in the place?” The Tuna the replied and with great gall, “to you friend there will be no harm at all, for I would never risk a life of crew.” Then work fish spoke “I shall gladly help you, as is the manner of all fish yourself included.” This was the very worker's truest though With that the worker fish was off, as bid He swam for days and nights I say he did.
When finally the worker fish arrived He saw the sharks, a great group that had thrived There were a hundred surly as two, But as ever he forged on, amid skew. until upon his path a shark happened. Then it seemed over as the shark did wend, Towards the work fish, but he put up fight. he ran and darted out until the bite. So ended the great work fish of the tale Now let us all survive this oily gale.
I have been absent from school, so this hasn't been edited by anyone. Just thought I would post what I have about my Divorced, pregnant, female-hating seahorse.
I really liked the language choice of Michaela's story (the "Owl'ish mayor). I also like the constant tone of Meg's tale; she kept it blue with disappointment, very accurate with the character's self-description in the prologue. Matt- I love your use of strong language (it combines in a very funny way with the "blob" fish). I will comment more on your guys work tomorrow. Overall you all did fantastic jobs!
Let me tell you, the life of a seahorse, Is terrible when having a divorce, With my young that grace my inner being, A burden my wife has trouble seeing, Took all I had and left out of the door, Leaving a pregnant me on the sea floor, Alone, O Lord, I struggle ev’ry day, To feed myself, my young, and not be prey, For those who wish to chomp onto my bones, At times tis better than being alone.
I try so hard but not a thing that I do, Will convince my wife to try, start anew. Let me tell you, all lasses and squires, Tis women who make all men expire! They take all belongings, leave you alone, Break your heart, and your children they disown. I moan of my loss as well as my strife, Wishing that I had never had a wife. Alas without more time, onto my tale, A story of deceit, revenge, and scales.
Twas once a charming swordfish, handsome too, A knight was he, courtly, of silver hue. A follower of chivalry and right, He protected his kingdom day and night. Yet he had a sadness that would not pass, Despite his strong allure he had no lass! Lady a many would stop at his door, Beautiful, yet he would have no more. He wanted love, a companion, a wife, Someone with which to spend all of his life.
Alas, one day a sultry angelfish, From the blackened depths, came with but a wish, To find the man of whom she desired In the home where the knight twas admired She entranced the knight with her tender face, Sweetened his heart with her fragile embrace, The knight then swam in love without delay, Unbeknown to her temptress, evil ways, For while he felt enamoured and so blessed, It was his squire’s form her eyes caressed!
Now, while on a quest the knight was absent, The angel’s fiery lust grew rampant. With vicious eyes and bodacious actions, Swept the squire in obscenely fashion To her bed chamber they made haste retreat. The knight never imagined such deceit, Would occur as he fought and risked his life, To return with gold treasure for his wife. For upon his arrival to his love, The vile romance turned secret thereof.
But a loyal servant, true to his lord, Told him of his wife’s actions, so abhorred, The knight armed himself, ready for attack, On the lying squire who stabbed his back. About the battle the wife soon had heard But cared not nonetheless, greed undeterred, She ransacked the knight’s treasures as the fought And for the life of her was not distraught O’ Lord, that the squire had killed the knight, Yet the squire was also dead from fight.
Death shadowed the kingdom in darkened veil For the evil of female lust prevailed, The people left without a protector Both whom were poisoned by siren’s nectar But before the wife had taken her flight Her eyes caught attention to something bright, On her new dead husband, the silver gleam, Of scales too pretty to have passed unseen, Turned into a necklace upon her breast For evil of women will never rest.
I am a clam of very little size, On many a time I have tried to rise, Up above the deep waters of my home That I can other places go to roam. Massachusetts, Maine, coasts of NH too, So a new life I could start fresh, anew. Since the day I was born, risked life and limb To become the clam who today can swim. No, it was not an easy feat, you see, Many days it took, training brutally.
Some would question my reasons for leaving, I have long thought still life un-achieving. And so decided to change for my shell The stereotype that it can’t propel. I definitely swim, why, practically fly, Command the waters like birds in the sky. Though it was hard to farewell my family, They live much too close together for me. Here is the story that I heard one day, Which convinced me I could no longer stay:
There once was a seahorse who loved his home. So much that he would never from there roam. Not for food or any kind of danger, Balked at the thought of being a ranger, Attending his needs with what floated by. He did say “there’s none that’s happier than I” What friends he had always visited him, Any negative thoughts they kept quite dim. And so he thought nothing of his life style, Believed the way that he lived was worthwhile.
One day a lady horse passed by his patch, On the way to her finals racing match. She was the most beautiful of them all The fastest and smartest in the coral. Her body an auburn color so bold, Her head and the tips of her fins were gold. The talk of the town, the person to be And none had better character than she. Lover of travels, Gypsy was her name. To her the world a monopoly game.
She caught that unmoving seahorses eye. He’d ne’er seen any so perfect nearby. Instantly the horse was enthralled and caught, His heart got tied in a tangled love knot. Her beauty like none he’d e’er seen before, And such fortune she passed close to his door! He tried to call out but he was tongue tied, And soon she was too far away, he sighed. Now he might not ever see her again, But planned to speak if she came by his den.
What luck she took her same route the way back, Almost causing him a panic attack. But he swallowed his fears and called out to her, Gypsy turned and they began to confer. Their chemistry was plain right from the start, Cupid had both of them struck with a dart. They talked for hours and hours on end, And the next days together they did spend. Things got serious as they tend to do, She wanted him to meet her family too.
Suddenly a problem between them rose, When she asked him to visit he’d oppose. If she mentioned a place she’d want to be, He’d say “There’s no place better than this sea”. Soon though she loved him, Gypsy grew tired. She missed the traveling that she required. And knew that forever she could not stay, With one who’s opinion would never sway. The sea horse woke one morn and she was gone, But he could not trail further his lawn.
Now a contented seahorse no longer. had he of been a little bit stronger, He could have trailed without a second thought The lovers could have even never fought. But alas, not so, it is all in the past, He too close minded for love to outlast. She moved on and lived almost happily In the vast world she was eager to see. A warning to those who can't change their ways, Careful, or regret the rest of your days.
Of the ocean, I tell my tale to you, For I am a manatee, wise and blue, With my friends, yes, my fellow manatees, For years upon years have I roamed the seas. The banks and reefs, indeed I’ve seen them all; None have explored the great deep blue, it all, Like me, the manatee, true to the feel, Legendary like Atlantis, but real. A bird in the hand’s worth two in the bush, But I will not budge, even with a push.
Wise, adamant, and strong, my life grinds on, Not knowing what lies ahead, I just yawn My whiskers are old, gray, and tired; That’s not to say I don’t still get inspired, Which, as you will see, I do, so to you, I present a tale, of the deep ocean blue, About a youthful manatee named Ron Who would never try to swindle or con. No, he was as innocent as they come, But all of that changed when he met the chum.
His name was Bart; a roving businessman Who, in reality, was from Iran; A locale of mystery to many. Bart did anything to earn a penny. Who was this mystery man, you might ask, A question whose answer starts with a flask. He took to the whiskey once his dad died, An action which turned him rather walleyed. A nomadic ray with a brown parka, Bart found his way to North America.
Ron was a good young one, noble and brave, Not someone who would quiver or deprave, Innocent as a dove, but in the sea, Ron was not your typical manatee. He spent his days exploring the floor, Of the ocean that is, not as a chore, But because Ron was so free-spirited; He could not remain in just one abode. Alas, one day Ron chose to set off, And what happened next could deserve a scoff.
As he voyaged away from his abode, Ron turned back for one final bode. A sad sight indeed for the manatee, It’s never easy leaving home, sadly. But Ron pulled through, fighting the anguish, With the goal in mind to, himself, distinguish. Once he broke off from manatee society, He knew he had to rely on piety. Albeit, certainly no easy task, But alas, I once again am off track.
Ron wallowed in the waters near Cuba, Not to be mistaken for those of Aruba, And one day he found himself scrounging, And hit a manta ray who was plunging. The ray, as we have heard, called himself Bart, Not a bad ray, but by no means a tart. Bart chose to accost the young manatee, Stealing his money and all of his glee. Ron was not verily upset, per se, But it goes to show what happens if you stray.
I like Sarah's tale. For something only six stanzas long, it's very deep, powerful, and enticing. There are no glaring problems, or even any significant minor ones. There a few instances where lines could either be read as having nine or ten syllables, such as the last line of the fifth stanza. I don't know if this is something worth considering, but just a thought. Overall, Sarah, you did a very nice job!
Sarah I loved your piece! Though it was a little depressing it definitely followed Chaucer's way of dialogue and you had very good rhymes. And Michaela your idea for the Loch Ness monster was awesome and very original!
Prologue I have a problem of the strangest kind, Which leaves me constantly in a tough bind, For I am perpetually in love. I’m always horny, and that I’m proud of The numerous fish that I fondle with Tell tales of pleasure I give them, no myth. Which species or size, I give no regard. Some say “for dolphin and fish would be hard To make love;” I can prove thee to be wrong. We start the night with a romantic song,
In the nest of the sea anemone, I show the little fish hegemony. Then we make it work, skillful as can be, Use your imagination, and trust me. My fellow travelers, from snail to whale, Let us share stories around flasks of ale, And join together to go flee this sludge Swim, laugh, dance, and in our pleasures indulge. So now listen and let your mind expand, I hope that you will better understand My lust for passion, and for sex thereof, So I present you a tale of true love.
The Dolphin’s Tale I’ll bring you down to depths of the sea, Where lived Angelfish, who yearned to be free Deep where seaweed grows dense, sunlight is sparse, She’s trapped by mean ‘rents who tied down her arse. They were religious, these parents of hers, Premarital sex, “That never occurs,” Her parents would say with a big guffaw, For they believed the bible to be law. She was the true beauty of the whole reef, Her graceful fins shimmered beyond belief,
But cruel parents forced her to cover Up her seductive shape for fear lover They might discover in her private board, Disobeying the strict law of the lord. One day our angel met a handsome fish, The moment they met, she whispered a wish That this fish should take her purity. Her parents scolded her derisively When they saw her fawning over this man Claimed she was sinning, defying their plan.
But the heart in love cannot be contained Those feelings of lust forever ingrained. One moonlight night she snuck out of her room She put on makeup and sprayed her perfume Leaving behind her conservative dress She floated through the reef to his address. As he looked outside, such a sight he saw An angelfish from heaven without flaw. He brought her to his bed, began to kiss And caress her alluring shape, pure bliss.
They did not know that her parents awoke When their virginity monitor spoke. They had installed it in her fins for fear Of her sinning to become too severe. They rushed out of the house, bible in hand But the deed was done, too late to disband. Angelfish cared not what her parents said For she had experienced lust in bed. Nothing else matters once love has been made, Those are the feelings we cannot evade.
The Jellyfish’s Prologue By Katherine Bradley The Host noticed the jellyfish waving Her stinging locks in such a way craving To proceed as the next teller of tales That she dare not refuse the coming wails. Looking her over, the Host noticed a Hint of oil, marring her in a way To detract from her beauty, though she hold Otherwise. For she was vain, as all told And was well known in a way infamous, Related to as worthless gill fungus.
“The Telling Game has passed at last to me And since I love to dine without a fee I will entertain you; I’ll do my best To wow you with a hint of cunning jest. To those few who don’t already know me You will find me the finest in the sea, But one knows that beauty couples trouble. Yet Fortune does not seem to redouble. I seek refuge, a place where less goes on For the recent oil spill encroached upon
My own bloom. More oil yields more jellies More jellies yield more Machiavelli’s. I mean competition. No longer am I alone with suitors, now they all cram Upon one bloom where we are at a loss To there see such new jellies: Nomuras Box, Cannonball, King, Lagoon, Comb, and Sand Such overwhelming females I can’t stand Therefore I left; it wasn’t an option, Alas what was left to be my own portion?
The Jellyfish’s Tale Since there is hardly a tale worth telling To match my own, I’ll tell one compelling Fable, moral, I can’t choose a forum That illuminates of how I keep from Falling on hard times, for it’s a hard life Ignoring those who seek to give you strife For being beautiful, loved, admired, Witty, smart, compassionate, desired, But enough of me, for now. Here I go; Now fourscore and there several leagues below
There once was a jellyfish with a bell That shone so bright that fish thought the sun fell Into the ocean, sunken by it’s weight. So different was she that others would hate Her upon first sight; jealous I would think, That they can’t match with their yellowish-pink. So outcast was this jelly, believing Herself to be ugly, and so grieving She wandered the sea, became well traveled Not noticing of how others marveled.
Until one day she came upon one bloom Where the jelly’s bells were of clear, and whom Had never seen a shining hood so for Thousands of jellies one couldn’t ignore How her light shone through like an open door. Gaining friends, she’d never felt this happy. And living her days with deserved peace and Praise she realized from others how grand She was. Confidence followed suit, and soon Reflections made her feel best to the moon.
And to this day she finally perceives That her home bloom had made her misconceive That ugly was derived from difference Yet among friends she meets benevolence. So to all my fellow travelers here Only seek those whom you hold very dear For they are the ones who will let you shine And accept it, you’re beautiful and fine Another remedy if you feel far, Look in a mirror, and you’ll see a star.
Katherine- Your tale was delightful to read and really captured the vanity of the jellyfish. It was also an witty tale that played on a interesting theme (difference can be good and beauty shines from the inside out).
Hello dear comrades, my name is Boris I’m a worker, as strong as Chuck Norris, I am a shark of great strength and courage, I’ve been through both victory and pwnge. I’m a nomad, I have lived everywhere I’ve fought in war; even wrestled a bear I have hunted and farmed for a living I like gambling and lots, lots of drinking And in all my long years I’ve learned two things, Never try fighting a band of Vikings.
I’ve also learned that knowledge is pointless, Why? Well, can great knowledge make you progress? No! Can it plow your land? Feed the cattle? Can it stack wood? Or prevail in battle? No! Can knowledge take care of your woman? Or in despair, can it be your guardsman? Knowledge will fail no matter what you do! Then, what is it good for? Writing Haiku? You want to be smart? Get out of the sea! A man must be strong, big, just look at me!
What? You silly fish still don’t believe me? Well, I will explain, if you pay money I’m here not because I’m scared of oil, But because these frail fish fear turmoil. The only problem… They pay so little, To feed my infant, I am not able. So will you hear me out? Will you fish pay? You, sir in the suit, did I hear an “Aye”? Let me begin, I hope you listen well, Because this here, isn’t taught at Cornell.
The Tale
There was a Dab, as nerdy as can be, He lived off books, the opposite of me, Uncommon in the motherland today, He was a “girl”, his birthday was in May. He was always made fun of by his mates, He tried hard, but he never went on dates, And you may ask, why didn’t he do sports? Because; he was busy writing reports. If he lifts a stone, his brawn starts aching But, he was extremely good at thinking,
But who needs pointless knowledge after all? A man must drink, and work, and play football Tired of being a bottom feeder, He wanted to turn into a leader. And so, he decides to become a man, He’d start his day by eating Wheat Bran, For lunch: Borscht, Varenyky, Smetana, Tired of cooking, was his poor mama For dinner he ate a pig, chicken, beef. He became the biggest fish in his reef.
He started running, lifting, working out, Turning into a man, not a Girl Scout. He dropped out of school, like a real man should He built a house by hand, all out of wood One day, an important comrade came by, There for a reason, not just to say “Hi”, “I’ve heard of your great strength, brawn, muscles of steel, I’ve heard rumors, stories, are they for real?” He was skeptical, he did not believe, It’s okay, we are all sometimes naïve.
“Prove your strength, beat up this random sting-ray “ The dab hit him, a free flight to Bombay. “Wow… the rumors are true” said the comrade “This is great, I have never been so glad. I invite you; join the Academy, You will train hard, then enter the army Fight for your country, for the Motherland So are you in? Then do as I command”
Lucy wins. I laughed really, really hard while reading your tale, absolutely hilarious as well as brilliant.
Mira Kehler November 11, 2010 Early English Lit. Period 5
The Angler Fish’s Tale
It was the darkness that scared me most. How it came to be i cannot boast I wish that I had a reason but have I none embarrassed I should be as well I am for years twas thought to be a scam Though how could i make up such a tale for in the darkness i would rather quail predators, monsters, things of legend what else to do but shine my light and hope it would save me from my fright
My light was my comfort and never would I be parted from it. On it I must rely As well I must defy the crazed picture portrayed in my mental state. A fixture of scary thoughts. A recent occurrence hath caught me off guard. A sad transference of oil into my old domain has made me flee and forced me to say adieu, bade a sad farewell to my loving home and venture to the unknown, a lonely one fish band
The Tale
Bravery was something he could not boast, Courage was something he needed the most. Darkness he feared but the light he adored The dark could make someone so very bored. No reason had he to fear what he did, Though he truly abhorred the giant squid. A giant in the dark one could not plot against, for power was the greatest spot. He who had so little vs. the dark who had so much over his tiny dark woe.
Swimming alone barely above the dark A faint little voice did reach, did embark and flew to my ears. Stop I did, regressed and turned my head to hear a sad repressed tiny note. "Help it cried oh please do help!" dared not I to reply to this sad yelp. For he who was in trouble lay beneath the shadows of the light. What if he had teeth? I could not bring myself to swim below For what if he meant harm, I do not know.
He begged me to help him said he was not But a sardine caught in a net needing a plot To relieve himself of his sad capture. I could not help but be in great rapture. Scared I was but brave I must of course be. Though I could hardly see through the algae. and come up with a way to help this sad Little sardine. His cry denied my will to turn away. I ground my teeth and closed my eyes. Down I went to reach his side. Opened the hole and let out thank me he did and better I felt.
Swimming below, overcoming fear. So proud to know that I do now appear To have no worry. My great and brave quest Has proven to be worth while I dare not jest. I now know that the only thing that’s scary Is fear itself. I must now be rather merry, For I have defeated my largest fright. I no longer need my oldest friend light.
Fritz Wallace Early english lit The second penquins story(leroy)
Well the moral of that story was quite hazy? Apparently it's fine to be lazy. Real life is more then witty anecdotes. In history books the rich kids a footnote. The true prize goes to those who are clever. Stop trying? To cease? To give up? Never! In our pantheon of modern day saints, praise to Einstein, not Alexander the great! Few south have heard of the wise king Trantos, This tale starts in the land of endless snow
At the south pole lies the the kingdom of frost, So large, a day was enough to get lost This kingdom, ravaged by a a terrible beast, Who upon its citizens it would feast, No dragon has ever been such a terror. The snake has but to make one error. If the water it touches, its down and out, while everyone gathers to see it flail about The wyrm pales beside such a monstrous eel, to be exact, a demon leopard seal.
The nobles then were like my brother, lazy vain jealous and fighting one another, We had no one to shout “STAND AND DILIVER!” Just cowards who sat around a twittered And if one of the lower class's, beware! You would be used to test if the seal was there Pushed off a cliff and into the water, praying it was sated or you were its fodder With population heading toward zero, Its about time for a clever hero
Our hero, whose name you have already heard was just like me, a flightless odd bird He wasn't the strongest, or the biggest but in terms of thinking up plans, he was the quickest. “We can't beat it in force, or freeze it” “There's no point in trying to appease it” “From what I see, there's one way left” “Stop feeding him and starve him to death!” He came up quickly with a course to take, and started before the others were awake
Explain what he did? I simply can't do The complexity would be lost on you I don't think you dumb, or of low station, its simply the details are lost in translation By the time that the others, got out of bed There stomachs filled, not with fish, but dread As to the cliff, they got rather near, they noticed the cliff was completely clear! Under the ice, the source of their misery The seal, impatient and also hungry
My friends, I must note something quite strange, In any group, there are those who despise change, The nobles wanted this to be stopped Among each other thought “He'll be the one to go over the top!” So, intending to kill him for his new trick, They charged, not knowing the ice was quite slick, Trantos was not to quick on the uptake, “Stop!” he shouted “You've made a mistake!” “This is more slippery, you'll fall off the tip!” But they didn't listen to his warning quip
Intent on his death, they caused their own, Taking out hatred and paying back the loan, Going to fast, they just couldn't stop Into the water with a big “plop!” It was unpleasant with the ice see-through Though they really got just what they were due That was the last meal the seal ever had, In a week when it starved, no one was sad, Trantos was crowned, the nobles expelled, Now who is the one who rings the bells?
Fate and fortune stand with the smart, those who never give up and have a big heart Though sloth can give warnings and tiny alerts, in the ends its followers get their just desserts, And beware anyone who think hes better, simply because of eighty dollar sweater, Though my brother thinks that I am crazy, Wouldn't you agree that beats being lazy? Now off to our party, without delay! We've got time, the party lasts a whole day.
Apologies comrades but we must stop, I will show you how to get on top, I am Igor successful through strength, No creature in the sea can match my length. For what is logic when compared to A man must be strong and from there comes bank The motherland does not have junior college A man needs strength not this feeble knowledge I ask you my comrades what is more appealing This nerd of a blob fish or my muscles gleaming?
As you can see we are of differing sorts Is that a man you see? or piles of warts Strength overcomes knowledge as you can see The motherland is as strong as can be Therefore I say with strength follows a test The title of man comes with the size of his chest Women hurry to the burly and brave rightfully so Who else could protect them from harmful foe But enough of this! back to my brothers tale What has become of our fish who skipped yale
This dab once small and frail has entered hell The academy is not for the pale Yet he has become strong, gained respect There are none who dare ignore or interject He trains hard to fight for Russias force Fame comes with great strength, such a change of course For we only approve the soldiers of great They are the ones who will acquire big bank Success is determined by ones money Through his strength will he dine on tunny
The dab advances, joins the armed forces What better way to get his endorsements All looked up to him, such inspiration! The dab became the fortification No man could withstand his power and might He never lost a battle, what a sight! This was a true man, legend to behold His strength was more than a mans times ten fold The dab received all that he desired All the women and money he acquired
There is however a time to withdraw no man can run from times natural law He became the face of this great nation and brought his country to domination After the army he was still renowned The dabs success had gotten himself crowned The motherland praised him of his prowess The dabs strength had made his success boundless This was now the dabs life, a great success Because of his strength his life had progressed
And now you see that knowledge is pointless, This dab succeeded nevertheless A great man he became; rich. famous, strong Today, enjoying vodka all day long He has a wife, children, family Under the sea he lives peacefully, You too can do the same, follow my lead Drop out of school, work, fight and go succeed!
Sorry that I posted late but i couldn't log in until now for some reason...
Apologies comrades but we must stop, I will show you how to get on top, I am Igor successful through strength, No creature in the sea can match my length. For what is logic when compared to A man must be strong and from there comes bank The motherland does not have junior college A man needs strength not this feeble knowledge I ask you my comrades what is more appealing This nerd of a blob fish or my muscles gleaming?
As you can see we are of differing sorts Is that a man you see? or piles of warts Strength overcomes knowledge as you can see The motherland is as strong as can be Therefore I say with strength follows a test The title of man comes with the size of his chest Women hurry to the burly and brave rightfully so Who else could protect them from harmful foe But enough of this! back to my brothers tale What has become of our fish who skipped yale
This dab once small and frail has entered hell The academy is not for the pale Yet he has become strong, gained respect There are none who dare ignore or interject He trains hard to fight for Russias force Fame comes with great strength, such a change of course For we only approve the soldiers of great They are the ones who will acquire big bank Success is determined by ones money Through his strength will he dine on tunny
The dab advances, joins the armed forces What better way to get his endorsements All looked up to him, such inspiration! The dab became the fortification No man could withstand his power and might He never lost a battle, what a sight! This was a true man, legend to behold His strength was more than a mans times ten fold The dab received all that he desired All the women and money he acquired
There is however a time to withdraw no man can run from times natural law He became the face of this great nation and brought his country to domination After the army he was still renowned The dabs success had gotten himself crowned The motherland praised him of his prowess The dabs strength had made his success boundless This was now the dabs life, a great success Because of his strength his life had progressed
And now you see that knowledge is pointless, This dab succeeded nevertheless A great man he became; rich. famous, strong Today, enjoying vodka all day long He has a wife, children, family Under the sea he lives peacefully, You too can do the same, follow my lead Drop out of school, work, fight and go succeed!
sorry I posted late but I was unable to log in for some reason
OK so yeah heres my tale. Told from a band of Snails, there was going to b 4 parts, one told by each member of the band but it would have been way to long.
Prologue: Singing is our eternal passion A business never gone out of fashion The name we give ourselves is Shell Patrol All the music we play comes from the soul We live a life of fun and fulfillment Many places and travels we have went Join us in our hall for a night of fun To retell our travels of minds undone We have lain with many nightly women Indulgences that are unforgiven
But tonight we come to tell you a tale One that’s of laughter and tremendous fail You may think us silly, and that may be Childish we are to a great degree For we love to play and joke all the time And what is the harm if it is no crime? Now we will entertain you for a while It’s one of our bests, may it bring forth smiles Let us begin with out further delay You have been waiting much to our dismay
Part One: It was to be a night of indulgence The four friends who came spared no vigilance One was a banker who never ate meat The other played games and was know to cheat The third wrote stories of around the world And lastly a great singer quite unfurled Erotic excitement was their one goal Away in the mid of the night they stole There was only one place where they could go Where many men went if they had the dough
Where women dance freely all around From high in the ceiling, down to the ground Scantily clad but not completely bare- These dancers are, while the men simply stare On this particular night a bet was made The winner of which would be justly paid Whoever was served with the most burlesque And who sighted the girl most statuesque Won a prize of admirable worth So the four separated through the berth
To claim their ample prize in fleeting time Lucky for them they were all in their prime The gambler went first to find a few dames Moving with sureness, he was used-to games The first was dark haired with stockings to match With eyes like sea glass she was quite the catch She advanced on him with no lack of lust Towards him her torso she did thrust Shocked by this gesture the gambler backed up So quickly in fact he fell on his rump
Trying hard to break his fall he held on- To the tablecloth with a meal upon: The table’s couple jumped up with a start And as they did so knocked over a carte Neighbors and friends all started to howl The host came quickly with a fresh towel The gambler had lost the contest for sure One thing was clear he had not been a bore Now was the writer’s time to prove himself He scurried forward a bit like an elf
Part Two: The first maiden on whom he laid his eyes Was dressed in costume like a disguise As they locked eyes from across the room’s floor She motioned to him to go through the door With eager willingness he went with her On her breath he smelled the scent of liquor “I’m glad you came, I’ve been waiting all night, You are a bit tall, but you’ll do all right” The man was happy he had her consent Then he saw they had not the same intent
For what she did next shocked him a great deal A surprise so big he let out a squeal For under her dress was not what should be No womanly parts were founded by he More man than himself was all that he saw He let forth a quake and dropped his jaw He ran out so fast so no one would see The gross mistake he made so perversely Right back to his friends he ran like a fox Not saying a word to avoid their mocks
There had been two men who tried, two who failed The odds were against them, this time they bailed The banker and singer were to go next For now they wait in all prudent respects To resume the next night the bet they made They were tired and dull, starting to fade All drunk as turtles they made there way home Dawn was breaking there was no time to roam They knew the next night would be a replay So to have as much fun ‘fore they turn gray
I am an Orca both out and inside, My mother gave me the good name of Clyde. I come from the land of cold snow and ice and when I was small we only ate rice. Of nine older siblings, I am the last But my new friends, that’s enough of the past. My greatest ambition, if you will know has nothing to do with cold or the snow. I pray that someone would give me the chance, To one day ride in the great Tour De France1.
My parents believe that I am a fool, they say I should spend my time in a school. I know, you think I may never succeed, But trust that I will, for that is my creed. Though I know at best the shot here is long, I know I can be the next Lance Finstrong2. Enough about me it’s time for my tale, I’m really nervous, in fact I’m quite pale. But I’ll try my best, go easy I plea. I’ll tell a tale of a dreamer like me.
Th Orca’s Tale
There once was a penguin who wished to paint, his friends called him crazy, in the mind faint. They said he was daft, in dreaming of art, they’d turn right around and in his face fart. He paid them no mind and made some supplies, a brush of driftwood, some paint of eel eyes. Then made a small easel out of some ice, For now, well, these tools would have to suffice. He started to paint and when he was thru, he loved his art more than Elmer loves glue.
Though it was abstract he loved what he’d made, he felt like a king, he felt like D. Wayde3. But soon his rapture would come to an end, For here came the Bully with all his friends. “Look there” said the bully, pointing a fin, “Joe’s painting is dumb, it’s ugly as sin!” Head hung in tears, Joe slumped down on the snow, Which way he should turn he did not now know. downcast he thought of smoking a doobie, But along came a stranger, a blue footed booby.
The Booby knelt and said “Why the long frown? Surely we can turn that face upside down.” “Well Mr. Bird”, Joe said with a sniff, “They laughed at and threw my art of a cliff! They said it was stupid, then broke my brush, and now Mr. Sir, I feel downright crushed.” “Well Little Master”, Blue said with a smile, “I know that it hurts that they’ve cramped your style, forget what they said, they haven’t a clue, One day I bet, they’ll want to be like you.
Now stand up little penguin, take a breath, Despite what it feels it’s not life or death. Do what you love and follow your dreams for when your a dreamer your future it gleams. If painting is what your loving to do then paint and paint ‘til your flippers turn blue. He said “Well I’m off I’m in quite a rush,” reached in his pocket and pulled out a brush. He gave Joe a wink and gave him the gift, Then turned tail and left more swiftly than swift.
From that day to this Joe still loves to paint, He followed his dream without no restraint. Now he’s on par with Van Gogh4 and SerEt5 Works on display in a room at the Met6. So if you feel sad, dejected and blue, Think about Joe, of the Blue footed too. And if you see someone who’s looking sad Lend them a hand, be a good lad! Give them a brush or perhaps a tic tac. One day yes one day they might help you back.
It was the darkness that scared me most. How it came to be i cannot boast I wish that I had a reason but have I none embarrassed I should be as well I am for years twas thought to be a scam Though how could i make up such a tale for in the darkness i would rather quail predators, monsters, things of legend what else to do but shine my light and hope it would save me from my fright
My light was my comfort and never would I be parted from it. On it I must rely As well I must defy the crazed picture portrayed in my mental state. A fixture of scary thoughts. A recent occurrence hath caught me off guard. A sad transference of oil into my old domain has made me flee and forced me to say adieu, bade a sad farewell to my loving home and venture to the unknown, a lonely one fish band
The Tale
Bravery was something he could not boast, Courage was something he needed the most. Darkness he feared but the light he adored The dark could make someone so very bored. No reason had he to fear what he did, Though he truly abhorred the giant squid. A giant in the dark one could not plot against, for power was the greatest spot. He who had so little vs. the dark who had so much over his tiny dark woe.
Swimming alone barely above the dark A faint little voice did reach, did embark and flew to my ears. Stop I did, regressed and turned my head to hear a sad repressed tiny note. "Help it cried oh please do help!" dared not I to reply to this sad yelp. For he who was in trouble lay beneath the shadows of the light. What if he had teeth? I could not bring myself to swim below For what if he meant harm, I do not know.
He begged me to help him said he was not But a sardine caught in a net needing a plot To relieve himself of his sad capture. I could not help but be in great rapture. Scared I was but brave I must of course be. Though I could hardly see through the algae. and come up with a way to help this sad Little sardine. His cry denied my will to turn away. I ground my teeth and closed my eyes. Down I went to reach his side. Opened the hole and let out thank me he did and better I felt.
Swimming below, overcoming fear. So proud to know that I do now appear To have no worry. My great and brave quest Has proven to be worth while I dare not jest. I now know that the only thing that’s scary Is fear itself. I must now be rather merry, For I have defeated my largest fright. I no longer need my oldest friend light.
There was a walrus a little past-prime A wife he wanted but he had no time He called himself Walter the Great from Cuba (Although, it was sad, he could not scuba) He’d tried very hard to find him a wife But each attempt only brought him great strife The last female walrus was wrong for him Her tusks were too long and she was too slim One day his life was in turmoil For one day his home got covered in oil.
He dove from his rock under the great sea Oil all over, he wanted to flee. He found a troop of animals en route Even a French fish that only said “zut” But he swam beside an old lonely whale She was nice and warm, and had a large tail. She told him he could sit upon her back In exchange for a story for the pack He made himself very comfortable Ad he began to tell his favorite fable.
The Walrus’s Tale
The was a catfish who was quite pompous About his appearance he made quite a fuss He wore a bowtie and large bifocals An outfit he thought was appealing to locals But every girl fish that swam in his water Would swim away to a fish that was hotter One day he saw a fine fish named Ms. Lock And she was trapped beneath a rock She said, “Help get me out of here, Catfish!” Then added, “Help me and you’ll get a wish!”
He tugged at her fins for 10 minutes long And when she came free he felt fairly strong “What is your wish good sir today?” “I want a nice girl fish to come my way” She gave a sweet smile and then there came A flock of fish each of a different name The pompous fish had never seen so many girls He was happy and swam around in swirls “Whichever fish I like the best will be mine!” He felt a shiver of excitement up his spine.
He looked at every fish many a time And the very last one he saw was sublime She wore a bow tie just the same as his At oceanography she was a whiz. So he said to the fish so full of lee “Sweet dear fish, would you like to marry me?” But she confessed she was homosexual (After all, the bow tie was unusual) So the old pompous catfish went home resigned to spend his entire life alone.
On his way home he stopped at the libr’y Which was made of shells from under the sea To get a book on how to do his hair Then he saw the libr’ian in her chair And then she found him the perfect book called “Miracles under the Sea” and he bawled. She then said, “I could help you do your do” He said, “That would be very kind of you!” The two went home and made sushi And the couple was happy as can be.
Comments About Meg’s Tale:
I really liked Meg’s tale. The idea of having a depressed whale was good, and your intro was very convincing (that the whale really is depressed), such as when the whale says, “I am not one whom likes to speak often, As life seems so bleak every now and then.”
Comment about Matt’s Tale
I liked Matt’s tale as well--the blob fish is very amusing.Your introduction leads into your tale well.
Comment about Sarah’s Tale: A pregnant sea horse getting a divorce was a really good and original idea for this assignment. I also really liked your intro to your tale.
Here is my tale...I'm supposed to be a depressed Killer Whale (that sort of wishes it were a dolphin. I guess?)
ReplyDeleteI suppose I should tell you a wee tale,
A story that consists of great detail.
I am not one whom likes to speak often,
As life seems so bleak every now and then.
We are all a perishable being,
And I find this entertainment demeaning.
Can we forget this horrendous journey?
As we shall all end up on a gurney.
Let the oil come and wash us away,
I’ve really nothing important to say.
I see not a point in this fleeting life,
All I know is such suffering and strife.
I am so deplorable by all means,
Perhaps I’d be happy if I were lean.
Being a buoyant, cumbersome fellow,
I really can’t help but feel quite mellow.
I wish I were a dolphin it is true,
If I had their beauty I’d nay be blue.
I will tell you this tale to pass the time,
It’s of a young whale who was in his prime.
Called Shamu he was the talk of the sea,
As brave and gallant as any could be.
Good Shamu fell in love with a young lass,
A sweet dolphin, with eloquence and class.
Her name was Dory, so graceful and light,
The others fought for her with all their might.
But Shamu did court her, spoke of great love,
Needing her praise, he prayed to God above,
Asking dearly for her fin in marriage,
He was unaware of her disparage.
Young Dory did not wish to be married,
For she felt wives became rather harried.
She much preferred living a single life,
And felt sick thinking of being a wife.
One day, as Dory was taking a swim,
She met a handsome dolphin on a whim.
His name was Crab, a rather cocky git,
But Dory was enamored by his wit.
Crab and Dory slowly began to court,
While Shamu did try to be a sport.
For poor Shamu was so very distraught,
He began to think if Crab and he fought,
He could surely win the heart of Dory,
And he could swim the gulf in victory.
“I challenge thee to fight for the dear lass!”
Shamu did screech so, it shook the landmass.
“I shall not fight you, you oaf,” Crab did bark,
“It’d nay be fair. I’m as strong as a shark!”
Shamu felt so invincible, you see,
He did strike the dolphin, Crab, so aptly.
Crab flew back in surprise, whipping his tail,
He swam forward and bit Shamu’s entrails.
Shamu fell quite fast and felt great defeat,
He cried out, gripping his gut, “Crab, you cheat!”
Dear little Dory watch in such surprise,
She found it hard to stifle her small cries.
Crab swam to her, and comforted her still,
But she pushed him off and said she was ill.
Shamu did get up, so shamed and so hurt,
He just hung his head and watched the two flirt.
(It wouldn't let me post it all as one comment. See below.)
(My "Whale's Tale" Continued...)
ReplyDeleteFor poor Shamu was so very distraught,
He began to think if Crab and he fought,
He could surely win the heart of Dory,
And he could swim the gulf in victory.
“I challenge thee to fight for the dear lass!”
Shamu did screech so, it shook the landmass.
“I shall not fight you, you oaf,” Crab did bark,
“It’d nay be fair. I’m as strong as a shark!”
Shamu felt so invincible, you see,
He did strike the dolphin, Crab, so aptly.
Crab flew back in surprise, whipping his tail,
He swam forward and bit Shamu’s entrails.
Shamu fell quite fast and felt great defeat,
He cried out, gripping his gut, “Crab, you cheat!”
Dear little Dory watch in such surprise,
She found it hard to stifle her small cries.
Crab swam to her, and comforted her still,
But she pushed him off and said she was ill.
Shamu did get up, so shamed and so hurt,
He just hung his head and watched the two flirt.
“Oh Dory, my Dory,” Crab did cry out,
“I love you, only you, without a doubt.”
Dory thought and felt quite bad for Shamu,
He looked so sad she didn’t know what to do.
“I’m sorry dear Shamu,” She did begin,
“But I can’t love you. Just look at your fin!
Whales and dolphins are truly no good match,
Your too big and I’m light, we’re a mismatch.
Do you understand? Oh say that you do!”
Shamu did bow to her and bid adieu.
Shamu swam fast and far, to seas away,
His heart did break, he couldn’t bear to stay.
He left his home unabashedly so,
Where he did go, no one had claimed to know.
Then Crab and Dory did so court for years,
--And as we know, Dolphins do persevere--
Until one day a proposal was made,
Dory did so accept without persuade.
So the couple swam away together,
As if they had been joined by a tether.
Poor Shamu had lost his reputation,
And his heart had suffered some frustration.
The dolphins cheery, happy as ever,
While the whale died in the cold weather.
No whale ever gets a happy ending,
Our entire race is descending,
Into a state made of pure depression,
It’s really quite hard to feel aggression.
You wanted a tale, so there you have it,
It’s nay cheery or funny I admit.
But, it’s a whale’s tale, one of woe and pain,
A truthful sentiment I shall not feign.
For those of you who nay are great big whales,
I count thee lucky, as we shan’t prevail,
And are forever forced to a sad life,
And will probably never have a wife.
I feel I should warn you of this dark truth,
I accepted it back when I had youth.
I’m better for it, honestly, I am.
That is all--I thank thee, sir and madame.
Okay. That's it.
I'm the Loch Ness Monster (Nessie)...
ReplyDelete"Please don't think me rude", the sea monster said,
"But I really am not allowed to shed
Much light on my profession. I will say
That my work is all for the Sea-I.A.
My name is Nessie and I watch the seas.
I keep the humans away, if you please.
It's because of my comp'ny that they keep
Out of our lives and the oceans so deep.
My job's to scare them away from water
And prevent any merciless slaughter.
Of my profession I've said quite enough.
Now let's turn to my tale, it's quite good stuff.
Of a silver wolf I shall be speaking,
And a slimy black snake who likes sneaking.
Now these two animals lived in a town
Where the young children seemed always to drown.
The Ow'lish Mayor, so wise and so bright
Thought that the children were taken at night.
The whole town tried to trap those tricky crooks
And they were at last seen crossing the brook.
The Mayor decided to set a price
On the heads of those crooks so he'd entice
Someone in the town to catch them for gold.
And the slithery, sneaking snake was sold.
He'd gladly catch those crooks for some money!
Clinking coins to the snake's ears were honey!
Yet the snake was quite bad at playing good,
And he had no idea how he would
Catch those crooks to get some gold. Oh poor snake!
He was sure that he'd make some huge mistake.
But lucky for him, the wolf intervened
And said that he would take care of those fiends.
The wolf refused to accept any pay.
"Whatever it takes, I shall find a way.
Be sure those criminals won't last the night.
I'll catch them", he vowed, "and give them a fright."
Now the snake was mad at the wolf so pure.
He knew his glory'd been stolen for sure.
So the snake concocted a dev'lish plan.
At twelve o'clock that night it all began.
The wolf sat at the brook. What did he find?
That slithering snake, who'd made up his mind
To be rich by the first rays of sunlight.
To do this he'd use the wolf, so polite.
"Oh Mister Wolf" said the snake with sneer,
"It sure is a relief to see you here."
Now that wolf knew all of the snake's old tricks,
But thought that having a snake in the mix
Would be sure to stop the crooks in their tracks
And cause them to run. Those are the true facts.
So the wolf agreed to a partnership
With the snake 'til the crooks were in their grip.
Presently those evildoers came by.
It was a rooster and a crow, so sly.
They crossed over the brook and the moonlight
Shone on their cruel faces and did incite
The wolf to attack and the snake to flee.
The wolf's much more noble, if you ask me.
He pounced and tore those criminals apart
And saw to it that their lives did depart.
After he did this, the wolf was tired,
And to under a tree he retired.
That slimy snake slithered back so softly
And saw that his whole scheme was not faulty.
Without waking the wolf, he gathered up
The remaining limbs, and into a cup
Went the pieces of those two criminals.
The gore didn't scare him, on principle.
That double-crossing snake went back to town,
Where his false vic'try gave him much renown.
Now that Ow'lish mayor knew very well
Of the snake's deception, but he'd not tell
For fear of what the snake might do to him.
He thought that he might be torn limb from limb.
And so he said nothing of the wolf's skill.
The secret's now making that owl ill.
So here is my advice to all of you:
Make sure you give credit where it is due!
I think Meg did a really good job sounding like her character throughout her story. The wording and language were engaging and sounded like Chaucer. Overall, her tale was very interesting and reflected the whale's character nicely.
ReplyDeleteFor Meg: Your story is indeed quite sad and does extend the personality of your killer whale. That being said, it's not quite clear what aspect of society are you satirizing. You might be satirizing the depressed in some way, though you don't really make it clear. Also, many of your lines are not in iambic pentameter.
ReplyDeleteMichaela: The moral of your story is clear at the end, however the end of your story is a little bit unclear. If the mayor actually knew very well about the snake's deception, then logically he'd know that the snake was a coward and was in reality unable to tear him "limb from limb." Also, perhaps it would be a little bit better if you explained how the secret actually made the owl ill; it seems like your conclusion is a little bit tagged-on. Overall, I would recommend that you develop the ending of your tale a little bit more. Additionally, I would go through the tale and make your lines fit iambic pentameter, because most of them don't fit it.
My lordships, in the land from which I come,
ReplyDeleteThat which some call injustice is not done,
For in that land all find equality.
This line is known by all who live with me:
All is just which is equal for all fish.
My large size famed, I eat so big a dish,
Yet I’m too large to move, I must be fed-
Day and night the fish serve me drink and bread,
Such that I may preserve equality,
As the brains of the Blobs of this great sea.
With my tall, strong chauffeur the Hagfish and
A troupe of Comrades whom I did command,
I had arrived in the Gulf to observe
America, land of wealth none deserve.
Confirmed had been my fears, this bad land was
Indeed a land which served the Greedy cuz,
For many were obese, the others dumb;
Due to men is this oil, and fish succumb.
These dumb men know not that they are enslaved
By great fat bosses who are so depraved.
My friends, do not forget the virtue of
Equality, important more than love;
The great king of Good, the bright gem of Light
It is for every fish their civil right.
But Sirs, let me begin my tale, a tale
Of blobfish who would practice with no fail
This virtue, both in workplace, also out.
Hard working fish, so smart; indeed no lout,
He was, in few words, the brains of the lot,
He talked and taught, much knowledge he begot.
He was indeed a Blob who knew quite much
He knew math, science, physics, others such;
He even knew the eras of the man;
Their Cold war, their crimes since their time began.
He knew how to use the tools to do chores
And how the fish could farm the great sea floors,
He also knew how crabs could use their claws.
And language he knew, its great strength, its laws.
It's power, for which one can not but wish.
Now Blobfish, the advisor of the fish:
He was a teacher, teaching all of thems
ReplyDeleteAs toddlers to be strong, good working gems,
And make food, so that all the fish would get
A lot to eat, and life free of regret
To horses of the sea he did restate,
“Pull, Pull, Pull,” and to jellyfish the great
He taught these useful words, “Build home, use brick!”
Thus they had been taught these words which did stick.
A Blob sat in each of the large work groups,
To groups, Blob chanted like drums to the troops
The words prescribed for the work the group had.
Blobs were fed by crabs; their large size forbad
Their walk; crabs were taught to feed them all day.
As the crabs moved, to all they always said:
"Feed the great blobs, so that they can propel
Equality; without them we're in Hell."
One day an evil fish from lands afar,
He came among these fish he thought bizarre.
He wondered much about these fish, his kin:
How could all these fish be so very thin?
Why did these fish look very weary with,
The useless fat, spoiled Blobs, who are so blithe?
Indeed enraged that these poor fish were used,
He swam to the wise Blob, whom he abused:
“How can you treat your fellow fish so bad!
Equality is in their torment, Cad!
You Blobs do profit from their misery!
I beg you fish, rebel now to be Free!”
Yet all the fish were dumb, they thought him mad;
They heard him; simply could not understand.
For they did not know any more than what
By Blobfish the chants which they had been taught;
Indeed; all horses of the sea could do
Was just continue chanting words on cue:
“Pull, Pull, Pull;” Jellyfish said this in shout:
“Build home, use brick!” And thus Fish was drowned out.
And now great Blobfish spoke to Evil fish:
"Fool, you invade the peace of our strong, great
Equality; worse, you harm it with hate.
With that he told his crabs these simple words:
“Tear Meat!” and to Fish the crabs went in herds.
They did jump upon him, gave him no say;
The Fish was ripped to shreds without delay.
And so, Equality had been preserved;
And justice had been very quickly served.”
The strong and large protect the weak like me;
This is the beauty of equality.
Defenders of the Light, I do commend,
You crabs are sure to get the heaven send.
We work to help each other, strong or weak.
And now shall my chauffer the Hagfish speak.
Matt: I think your tale works well except for the rhyme understand/mad, and the 11 line stanza (2nd to last)and some minor stressing issues. However I now sure that everyone will get the satire, but I think our class is quite capable, so I have high hopes. i like the way it turned out but,along with my own tale I think a few extra stanzas with a few well placed ironies might have improved it. But this wasn't very doable in the time frame. Good Job Matt, now I will post mine, as the characters are linked.
ReplyDeleteMy character is a hagfish who chauffeurs Matt’s character the blobfish around the ocean. The two characters are linked and Matt’s tale comes first.
ReplyDeleteThe Hagfish’s Prologue
Then the hag-fish spoke as he’d been bade to
The blob fish’s chauffeur he was anew.
He said, “I’ll speak now as blob-fish said,
for I have tale to tell and tears to shed.
I came here with him to look upon all
We hate, but now away we must crawl.
It seems the greed we so despised had brought
to us the greatest rain of death and rot.
So now away we fly with greatest speed,
For we must now escape or all shall bleed.
Great worker I have always tried to be,
But greatness beyond I has graced this sea.
The worker must make everything that is,
and from this the ocean is truly his ,
no more important fish is there in seas,
than mighty worker, and what better to be
when with the blob-fish, we are truly well.
I’m lucky to receive this fate, and tell
you all today a tale of the greatest
work fish that to this day has been sea’s guest.
The Hagfish’s Tale
Here is the fish’s story that I’ve heard told
None better fin the sea in workers mold.
Not from his hatching to his last gulp of life,
Had he made mistake nor caused real strife.
A great worker he was, never rash nor
too quick to anger, or to be too soar,
And strong of back, when there was more for count
A fish he was that never tired out
If every worker could be more like him,
then the oceans would be better to live in.
He lived with fish all equal, all were blessed
Each fish did what he could do the best
For each and every fish should get the same.
To keep all fair that was their greatest aim
There was a tuna who dwelt in this land
who’s greatest talents were not in his hands
He didn’t make, but instead he would tell,
He had a son, but one that was not well.
He was but egg yet lifeless like a rock,
At this the tuna of course was distraught.
He did ask all the fish that he could know
But none, of all, had heard of where to go.
But then an octopus found him and said
“I know of the ailment for tears you shed,
the cure I know, and can help you to learn.”
The Tuna then spoke out ,and out of turn
“You must help me, I will do anything.”
The octopus then said “you must bring
many things, but I will cure your son.”
She then said all that should be done
The Tuna searched, and spoke with others who
Kept wealth. He could find all that he needs brew
In the store houses, the goods of all the fish
All but one though for he could only wish.
It seemed that it was nowhere to be found
There were some fish who talked of it’s earth bound
A bay, the home of many sharks, it was.
A hard to get to place but for his cause,
The tuna knew this was his only way.
He asked the worker to seek out this bay,
The worker then replied to him with grace,
“I can help, but what danger’s in the place?”
The Tuna the replied and with great gall,
“to you friend there will be no harm at all,
for I would never risk a life of crew.”
Then work fish spoke “I shall gladly help you,
as is the manner of all fish yourself included.”
This was the very worker's truest though
With that the worker fish was off, as bid
He swam for days and nights I say he did.
When finally the worker fish arrived
He saw the sharks, a great group that had thrived
There were a hundred surly as two,
But as ever he forged on, amid skew.
until upon his path a shark happened.
Then it seemed over as the shark did wend,
Towards the work fish, but he put up fight.
he ran and darted out until the bite.
So ended the great work fish of the tale
Now let us all survive this oily gale.
Oh and I made changes to the following lines to this in order to make the tale be iambic pentameter in heroic couplets:
ReplyDelete"Indeed; all horses of the sea could due"
"Now Blob spoke: "Fool, you do invade our great"
"Yet all fish were dumb, fools Fish did command;"
And I'm not quite sure which stressing issues you're referring to; I've gone through my tale several times to find any.
ReplyDeleteI have been absent from school, so this hasn't been edited by anyone. Just thought I would post what I have about my Divorced, pregnant, female-hating seahorse.
ReplyDeleteI really liked the language choice of Michaela's story (the "Owl'ish mayor). I also like the constant tone of Meg's tale; she kept it blue with disappointment, very accurate with the character's self-description in the prologue. Matt- I love your use of strong language (it combines in a very funny way with the "blob" fish). I will comment more on your guys work tomorrow. Overall you all did fantastic jobs!
Let me tell you, the life of a seahorse,
Is terrible when having a divorce,
With my young that grace my inner being,
A burden my wife has trouble seeing,
Took all I had and left out of the door,
Leaving a pregnant me on the sea floor,
Alone, O Lord, I struggle ev’ry day,
To feed myself, my young, and not be prey,
For those who wish to chomp onto my bones,
At times tis better than being alone.
I try so hard but not a thing that I do,
Will convince my wife to try, start anew.
Let me tell you, all lasses and squires,
Tis women who make all men expire!
They take all belongings, leave you alone,
Break your heart, and your children they disown.
I moan of my loss as well as my strife,
Wishing that I had never had a wife.
Alas without more time, onto my tale,
A story of deceit, revenge, and scales.
Twas once a charming swordfish, handsome too,
A knight was he, courtly, of silver hue.
A follower of chivalry and right,
He protected his kingdom day and night.
Yet he had a sadness that would not pass,
Despite his strong allure he had no lass!
Lady a many would stop at his door,
Beautiful, yet he would have no more.
He wanted love, a companion, a wife,
Someone with which to spend all of his life.
Alas, one day a sultry angelfish,
From the blackened depths, came with but a wish,
To find the man of whom she desired
In the home where the knight twas admired
She entranced the knight with her tender face,
Sweetened his heart with her fragile embrace,
The knight then swam in love without delay,
Unbeknown to her temptress, evil ways,
For while he felt enamoured and so blessed,
It was his squire’s form her eyes caressed!
Now, while on a quest the knight was absent,
The angel’s fiery lust grew rampant.
With vicious eyes and bodacious actions,
Swept the squire in obscenely fashion
To her bed chamber they made haste retreat.
The knight never imagined such deceit,
Would occur as he fought and risked his life,
To return with gold treasure for his wife.
For upon his arrival to his love,
The vile romance turned secret thereof.
But a loyal servant, true to his lord,
Told him of his wife’s actions, so abhorred,
The knight armed himself, ready for attack,
On the lying squire who stabbed his back.
About the battle the wife soon had heard
But cared not nonetheless, greed undeterred,
She ransacked the knight’s treasures as the fought
And for the life of her was not distraught
O’ Lord, that the squire had killed the knight,
Yet the squire was also dead from fight.
Death shadowed the kingdom in darkened veil
For the evil of female lust prevailed,
The people left without a protector
Both whom were poisoned by siren’s nectar
But before the wife had taken her flight
Her eyes caught attention to something bright,
On her new dead husband, the silver gleam,
Of scales too pretty to have passed unseen,
Turned into a necklace upon her breast
For evil of women will never rest.
Amen
I am a clam of very little size,
ReplyDeleteOn many a time I have tried to rise,
Up above the deep waters of my home
That I can other places go to roam.
Massachusetts, Maine, coasts of NH too,
So a new life I could start fresh, anew.
Since the day I was born, risked life and limb
To become the clam who today can swim.
No, it was not an easy feat, you see,
Many days it took, training brutally.
Some would question my reasons for leaving,
I have long thought still life un-achieving.
And so decided to change for my shell
The stereotype that it can’t propel.
I definitely swim, why, practically fly,
Command the waters like birds in the sky.
Though it was hard to farewell my family,
They live much too close together for me.
Here is the story that I heard one day,
Which convinced me I could no longer stay:
There once was a seahorse who loved his home.
So much that he would never from there roam.
Not for food or any kind of danger,
Balked at the thought of being a ranger,
Attending his needs with what floated by.
He did say “there’s none that’s happier than I”
What friends he had always visited him,
Any negative thoughts they kept quite dim.
And so he thought nothing of his life style,
Believed the way that he lived was worthwhile.
One day a lady horse passed by his patch,
On the way to her finals racing match.
She was the most beautiful of them all
The fastest and smartest in the coral.
Her body an auburn color so bold,
Her head and the tips of her fins were gold.
The talk of the town, the person to be
And none had better character than she.
Lover of travels, Gypsy was her name.
To her the world a monopoly game.
She caught that unmoving seahorses eye.
He’d ne’er seen any so perfect nearby.
Instantly the horse was enthralled and caught,
His heart got tied in a tangled love knot.
Her beauty like none he’d e’er seen before,
And such fortune she passed close to his door!
He tried to call out but he was tongue tied,
And soon she was too far away, he sighed.
Now he might not ever see her again,
But planned to speak if she came by his den.
What luck she took her same route the way back,
Almost causing him a panic attack.
But he swallowed his fears and called out to her,
Gypsy turned and they began to confer.
Their chemistry was plain right from the start,
Cupid had both of them struck with a dart.
They talked for hours and hours on end,
And the next days together they did spend.
Things got serious as they tend to do,
She wanted him to meet her family too.
Suddenly a problem between them rose,
When she asked him to visit he’d oppose.
If she mentioned a place she’d want to be,
He’d say “There’s no place better than this sea”.
Soon though she loved him, Gypsy grew tired.
She missed the traveling that she required.
And knew that forever she could not stay,
With one who’s opinion would never sway.
The sea horse woke one morn and she was gone,
But he could not trail further his lawn.
Now a contented seahorse no longer.
had he of been a little bit stronger,
He could have trailed without a second thought
The lovers could have even never fought.
But alas, not so, it is all in the past,
He too close minded for love to outlast.
She moved on and lived almost happily
In the vast world she was eager to see.
A warning to those who can't change their ways,
Careful, or regret the rest of your days.
Of the ocean, I tell my tale to you,
ReplyDeleteFor I am a manatee, wise and blue,
With my friends, yes, my fellow manatees,
For years upon years have I roamed the seas.
The banks and reefs, indeed I’ve seen them all;
None have explored the great deep blue, it all,
Like me, the manatee, true to the feel,
Legendary like Atlantis, but real.
A bird in the hand’s worth two in the bush,
But I will not budge, even with a push.
Wise, adamant, and strong, my life grinds on,
Not knowing what lies ahead, I just yawn
My whiskers are old, gray, and tired;
That’s not to say I don’t still get inspired,
Which, as you will see, I do, so to you,
I present a tale, of the deep ocean blue,
About a youthful manatee named Ron
Who would never try to swindle or con.
No, he was as innocent as they come,
But all of that changed when he met the chum.
His name was Bart; a roving businessman
Who, in reality, was from Iran;
A locale of mystery to many.
Bart did anything to earn a penny.
Who was this mystery man, you might ask,
A question whose answer starts with a flask.
He took to the whiskey once his dad died,
An action which turned him rather walleyed.
A nomadic ray with a brown parka,
Bart found his way to North America.
Ron was a good young one, noble and brave,
Not someone who would quiver or deprave,
Innocent as a dove, but in the sea,
Ron was not your typical manatee.
He spent his days exploring the floor,
Of the ocean that is, not as a chore,
But because Ron was so free-spirited;
He could not remain in just one abode.
Alas, one day Ron chose to set off,
And what happened next could deserve a scoff.
As he voyaged away from his abode,
Ron turned back for one final bode.
A sad sight indeed for the manatee,
It’s never easy leaving home, sadly.
But Ron pulled through, fighting the anguish,
With the goal in mind to, himself, distinguish.
Once he broke off from manatee society,
He knew he had to rely on piety.
Albeit, certainly no easy task,
But alas, I once again am off track.
Ron wallowed in the waters near Cuba,
Not to be mistaken for those of Aruba,
And one day he found himself scrounging,
And hit a manta ray who was plunging.
The ray, as we have heard, called himself Bart,
Not a bad ray, but by no means a tart.
Bart chose to accost the young manatee,
Stealing his money and all of his glee.
Ron was not verily upset, per se,
But it goes to show what happens if you stray.
I like Sarah's tale. For something only six stanzas long, it's very deep, powerful, and enticing. There are no glaring problems, or even any significant minor ones. There a few instances where lines could either be read as having nine or ten syllables, such as the last line of the fifth stanza. I don't know if this is something worth considering, but just a thought. Overall, Sarah, you did a very nice job!
Sarah I loved your piece! Though it was a little depressing it definitely followed Chaucer's way of dialogue and you had very good rhymes. And Michaela your idea for the Loch Ness monster was awesome and very original!
ReplyDeleteDolphin's Tale
ReplyDeletePrologue
I have a problem of the strangest kind,
Which leaves me constantly in a tough bind,
For I am perpetually in love.
I’m always horny, and that I’m proud of
The numerous fish that I fondle with
Tell tales of pleasure I give them, no myth.
Which species or size, I give no regard.
Some say “for dolphin and fish would be hard
To make love;” I can prove thee to be wrong.
We start the night with a romantic song,
In the nest of the sea anemone,
I show the little fish hegemony.
Then we make it work, skillful as can be,
Use your imagination, and trust me.
My fellow travelers, from snail to whale,
Let us share stories around flasks of ale,
And join together to go flee this sludge
Swim, laugh, dance, and in our pleasures indulge.
So now listen and let your mind expand,
I hope that you will better understand
My lust for passion, and for sex thereof,
So I present you a tale of true love.
The Dolphin’s Tale
I’ll bring you down to depths of the sea,
Where lived Angelfish, who yearned to be free
Deep where seaweed grows dense, sunlight is sparse,
She’s trapped by mean ‘rents who tied down her arse.
They were religious, these parents of hers,
Premarital sex, “That never occurs,”
Her parents would say with a big guffaw,
For they believed the bible to be law.
She was the true beauty of the whole reef,
Her graceful fins shimmered beyond belief,
But cruel parents forced her to cover
Up her seductive shape for fear lover
They might discover in her private board,
Disobeying the strict law of the lord.
One day our angel met a handsome fish,
The moment they met, she whispered a wish
That this fish should take her purity.
Her parents scolded her derisively
When they saw her fawning over this man
Claimed she was sinning, defying their plan.
But the heart in love cannot be contained
Those feelings of lust forever ingrained.
One moonlight night she snuck out of her room
She put on makeup and sprayed her perfume
Leaving behind her conservative dress
She floated through the reef to his address.
As he looked outside, such a sight he saw
An angelfish from heaven without flaw.
He brought her to his bed, began to kiss
And caress her alluring shape, pure bliss.
They did not know that her parents awoke
When their virginity monitor spoke.
They had installed it in her fins for fear
Of her sinning to become too severe.
They rushed out of the house, bible in hand
But the deed was done, too late to disband.
Angelfish cared not what her parents said
For she had experienced lust in bed.
Nothing else matters once love has been made,
Those are the feelings we cannot evade.
Ellen, I really liked your tale! It was very creative and you had good word choice. You did a great job of using Chaucerian language!
ReplyDeleteThe Jellyfish’s Prologue
ReplyDeleteBy Katherine Bradley
The Host noticed the jellyfish waving
Her stinging locks in such a way craving
To proceed as the next teller of tales
That she dare not refuse the coming wails.
Looking her over, the Host noticed a
Hint of oil, marring her in a way
To detract from her beauty, though she hold
Otherwise. For she was vain, as all told
And was well known in a way infamous,
Related to as worthless gill fungus.
“The Telling Game has passed at last to me
And since I love to dine without a fee
I will entertain you; I’ll do my best
To wow you with a hint of cunning jest.
To those few who don’t already know me
You will find me the finest in the sea,
But one knows that beauty couples trouble.
Yet Fortune does not seem to redouble.
I seek refuge, a place where less goes on
For the recent oil spill encroached upon
My own bloom. More oil yields more jellies
More jellies yield more Machiavelli’s.
I mean competition. No longer am
I alone with suitors, now they all cram
Upon one bloom where we are at a loss
To there see such new jellies: Nomuras
Box, Cannonball, King, Lagoon, Comb, and Sand
Such overwhelming females I can’t stand
Therefore I left; it wasn’t an option,
Alas what was left to be my own portion?
The Jellyfish’s Tale
Since there is hardly a tale worth telling
To match my own, I’ll tell one compelling
Fable, moral, I can’t choose a forum
That illuminates of how I keep from
Falling on hard times, for it’s a hard life
Ignoring those who seek to give you strife
For being beautiful, loved, admired,
Witty, smart, compassionate, desired,
But enough of me, for now. Here I go;
Now fourscore and there several leagues below
There once was a jellyfish with a bell
That shone so bright that fish thought the sun fell
Into the ocean, sunken by it’s weight.
So different was she that others would hate
Her upon first sight; jealous I would think,
That they can’t match with their yellowish-pink.
So outcast was this jelly, believing
Herself to be ugly, and so grieving
She wandered the sea, became well traveled
Not noticing of how others marveled.
Until one day she came upon one bloom
Where the jelly’s bells were of clear, and whom
Had never seen a shining hood so for
Thousands of jellies one couldn’t ignore
How her light shone through like an open door.
Gaining friends, she’d never felt this happy.
And living her days with deserved peace and
Praise she realized from others how grand
She was. Confidence followed suit, and soon
Reflections made her feel best to the moon.
And to this day she finally perceives
That her home bloom had made her misconceive
That ugly was derived from difference
Yet among friends she meets benevolence.
So to all my fellow travelers here
Only seek those whom you hold very dear
For they are the ones who will let you shine
And accept it, you’re beautiful and fine
Another remedy if you feel far,
Look in a mirror, and you’ll see a star.
Lucy I love your tale!! It's entertaining and I love the part about the virginity monitor!
ReplyDeleteKatherine- Your tale was delightful to read and really captured the vanity of the jellyfish. It was also an witty tale that played on a interesting theme (difference can be good and beauty shines from the inside out).
ReplyDeleteAlright y'all, here it goes.
ReplyDeleteIntro
Hello dear comrades, my name is Boris
I’m a worker, as strong as Chuck Norris,
I am a shark of great strength and courage,
I’ve been through both victory and pwnge.
I’m a nomad, I have lived everywhere
I’ve fought in war; even wrestled a bear
I have hunted and farmed for a living
I like gambling and lots, lots of drinking
And in all my long years I’ve learned two things,
Never try fighting a band of Vikings.
I’ve also learned that knowledge is pointless,
Why? Well, can great knowledge make you progress?
No! Can it plow your land? Feed the cattle?
Can it stack wood? Or prevail in battle?
No! Can knowledge take care of your woman?
Or in despair, can it be your guardsman?
Knowledge will fail no matter what you do!
Then, what is it good for? Writing Haiku?
You want to be smart? Get out of the sea!
A man must be strong, big, just look at me!
What? You silly fish still don’t believe me?
Well, I will explain, if you pay money
I’m here not because I’m scared of oil,
But because these frail fish fear turmoil.
The only problem… They pay so little,
To feed my infant, I am not able.
So will you hear me out? Will you fish pay?
You, sir in the suit, did I hear an “Aye”?
Let me begin, I hope you listen well,
Because this here, isn’t taught at Cornell.
The Tale
There was a Dab, as nerdy as can be,
He lived off books, the opposite of me,
Uncommon in the motherland today,
He was a “girl”, his birthday was in May.
He was always made fun of by his mates,
He tried hard, but he never went on dates,
And you may ask, why didn’t he do sports?
Because; he was busy writing reports.
If he lifts a stone, his brawn starts aching
But, he was extremely good at thinking,
But who needs pointless knowledge after all?
A man must drink, and work, and play football
Tired of being a bottom feeder,
He wanted to turn into a leader.
And so, he decides to become a man,
He’d start his day by eating Wheat Bran,
For lunch: Borscht, Varenyky, Smetana,
Tired of cooking, was his poor mama
For dinner he ate a pig, chicken, beef.
He became the biggest fish in his reef.
He started running, lifting, working out,
Turning into a man, not a Girl Scout.
He dropped out of school, like a real man should
He built a house by hand, all out of wood
One day, an important comrade came by,
There for a reason, not just to say “Hi”,
“I’ve heard of your great strength, brawn, muscles of steel,
I’ve heard rumors, stories, are they for real?”
He was skeptical, he did not believe,
It’s okay, we are all sometimes naïve.
“Prove your strength, beat up this random sting-ray “
The dab hit him, a free flight to Bombay.
“Wow… the rumors are true” said the comrade
“This is great, I have never been so glad.
I invite you; join the Academy,
You will train hard, then enter the army
Fight for your country, for the Motherland
So are you in? Then do as I command”
Lucy wins. I laughed really, really hard while reading your tale, absolutely hilarious as well as brilliant.
Mira Kehler
ReplyDeleteNovember 11, 2010
Early English Lit. Period 5
The Angler Fish’s Tale
It was the darkness that scared me most.
How it came to be i cannot boast
I wish that I had a reason but have I none
embarrassed I should be as well I am
for years twas thought to be a scam
Though how could i make up such a tale
for in the darkness i would rather quail
predators, monsters, things of legend
what else to do but shine my light
and hope it would save me from my fright
My light was my comfort and never would I
be parted from it. On it I must rely
As well I must defy the crazed picture
portrayed in my mental state. A fixture
of scary thoughts. A recent occurrence
hath caught me off guard. A sad transference
of oil into my old domain has made
me flee and forced me to say adieu, bade
a sad farewell to my loving home and
venture to the unknown, a lonely one fish band
The Tale
Bravery was something he could not boast,
Courage was something he needed the most.
Darkness he feared but the light he adored
The dark could make someone so very bored.
No reason had he to fear what he did,
Though he truly abhorred the giant squid.
A giant in the dark one could not plot
against, for power was the greatest spot.
He who had so little vs. the dark who
had so much over his tiny dark woe.
Swimming alone barely above the dark
A faint little voice did reach, did embark
and flew to my ears. Stop I did, regressed
and turned my head to hear a sad repressed
tiny note. "Help it cried oh please do help!"
dared not I to reply to this sad yelp.
For he who was in trouble lay beneath
the shadows of the light. What if he had teeth?
I could not bring myself to swim below
For what if he meant harm, I do not know.
He begged me to help him said he was not
But a sardine caught in a net needing a plot
To relieve himself of his sad capture.
I could not help but be in great rapture.
Scared I was but brave I must of course be.
Though I could hardly see through the algae.
and come up with a way to help this sad
Little sardine. His cry denied my will to turn away.
I ground my teeth and closed my eyes. Down I went to reach his side. Opened the hole and let out thank me he did and better I felt.
Swimming below, overcoming fear.
So proud to know that I do now appear
To have no worry. My great and brave quest
Has proven to be worth while I dare not jest.
I now know that the only thing that’s scary
Is fear itself. I must now be rather merry,
For I have defeated my largest fright.
I no longer need my oldest friend light.
Fritz Wallace
ReplyDeleteEarly english lit
The second penquins story(leroy)
Well the moral of that story was quite hazy?
Apparently it's fine to be lazy.
Real life is more then witty anecdotes.
In history books the rich kids a footnote.
The true prize goes to those who are clever.
Stop trying? To cease? To give up? Never!
In our pantheon of modern day saints,
praise to Einstein, not Alexander the great!
Few south have heard of the wise king Trantos,
This tale starts in the land of endless snow
At the south pole lies the the kingdom of frost,
So large, a day was enough to get lost
This kingdom, ravaged by a a terrible beast,
Who upon its citizens it would feast,
No dragon has ever been such a terror.
The snake has but to make one error.
If the water it touches, its down and out,
while everyone gathers to see it flail about
The wyrm pales beside such a monstrous eel,
to be exact, a demon leopard seal.
The nobles then were like my brother,
lazy vain jealous and fighting one another,
We had no one to shout “STAND AND DILIVER!”
Just cowards who sat around a twittered
And if one of the lower class's, beware!
You would be used to test if the seal was there
Pushed off a cliff and into the water,
praying it was sated or you were its fodder
With population heading toward zero,
Its about time for a clever hero
Our hero, whose name you have already heard
was just like me, a flightless odd bird
He wasn't the strongest, or the biggest
but in terms of thinking up plans,
he was the quickest.
“We can't beat it in force, or freeze it”
“There's no point in trying to appease it”
“From what I see, there's one way left”
“Stop feeding him and starve him to death!”
He came up quickly with a course to take,
and started before the others were awake
Explain what he did? I simply can't do
The complexity would be lost on you
I don't think you dumb, or of low station,
its simply the details are lost in translation
By the time that the others, got out of bed
There stomachs filled, not with fish, but dread
As to the cliff, they got rather near,
they noticed the cliff was completely clear!
Under the ice, the source of their misery
The seal, impatient and also hungry
My friends, I must note something quite strange,
In any group, there are those who despise change,
The nobles wanted this to be stopped
Among each other thought “He'll be the one to go over the top!”
So, intending to kill him for his new trick,
They charged, not knowing the ice was quite slick,
Trantos was not to quick on the uptake,
“Stop!” he shouted “You've made a mistake!”
“This is more slippery, you'll fall off the tip!”
But they didn't listen to his warning quip
Intent on his death, they caused their own,
Taking out hatred and paying back the loan,
Going to fast, they just couldn't stop
Into the water with a big “plop!”
It was unpleasant with the ice see-through
Though they really got just what they were due
That was the last meal the seal ever had,
In a week when it starved, no one was sad,
Trantos was crowned, the nobles expelled,
Now who is the one who rings the bells?
Fate and fortune stand with the smart,
those who never give up and have a big heart
Though sloth can give warnings and tiny alerts,
in the ends its followers get their just desserts,
And beware anyone who think hes better,
simply because of eighty dollar sweater,
Though my brother thinks that I am crazy,
Wouldn't you agree that beats being lazy?
Now off to our party, without delay!
We've got time, the party lasts a whole day.
Apologies comrades but we must stop,
ReplyDeleteI will show you how to get on top,
I am Igor successful through strength,
No creature in the sea can match my length.
For what is logic when compared to
A man must be strong and from there comes bank
The motherland does not have junior college
A man needs strength not this feeble knowledge
I ask you my comrades what is more appealing
This nerd of a blob fish or my muscles gleaming?
As you can see we are of differing sorts
Is that a man you see? or piles of warts
Strength overcomes knowledge as you can see
The motherland is as strong as can be
Therefore I say with strength follows a test
The title of man comes with the size of his chest
Women hurry to the burly and brave rightfully so
Who else could protect them from harmful foe
But enough of this! back to my brothers tale
What has become of our fish who skipped yale
This dab once small and frail has entered hell
The academy is not for the pale
Yet he has become strong, gained respect
There are none who dare ignore or interject
He trains hard to fight for Russias force
Fame comes with great strength, such a change of course
For we only approve the soldiers of great
They are the ones who will acquire big bank
Success is determined by ones money
Through his strength will he dine on tunny
The dab advances, joins the armed forces
What better way to get his endorsements
All looked up to him, such inspiration!
The dab became the fortification
No man could withstand his power and might
He never lost a battle, what a sight!
This was a true man, legend to behold
His strength was more than a mans times ten fold
The dab received all that he desired
All the women and money he acquired
There is however a time to withdraw
no man can run from times natural law
He became the face of this great nation
and brought his country to domination
After the army he was still renowned
The dabs success had gotten himself crowned
The motherland praised him of his prowess
The dabs strength had made his success boundless
This was now the dabs life, a great success
Because of his strength his life had progressed
And now you see that knowledge is pointless,
This dab succeeded nevertheless
A great man he became; rich. famous, strong
Today, enjoying vodka all day long
He has a wife, children, family
Under the sea he lives peacefully,
You too can do the same, follow my lead
Drop out of school, work, fight and go succeed!
Sorry that I posted late but i couldn't log in until now for some reason...
Apologies comrades but we must stop,
ReplyDeleteI will show you how to get on top,
I am Igor successful through strength,
No creature in the sea can match my length.
For what is logic when compared to
A man must be strong and from there comes bank
The motherland does not have junior college
A man needs strength not this feeble knowledge
I ask you my comrades what is more appealing
This nerd of a blob fish or my muscles gleaming?
As you can see we are of differing sorts
Is that a man you see? or piles of warts
Strength overcomes knowledge as you can see
The motherland is as strong as can be
Therefore I say with strength follows a test
The title of man comes with the size of his chest
Women hurry to the burly and brave rightfully so
Who else could protect them from harmful foe
But enough of this! back to my brothers tale
What has become of our fish who skipped yale
This dab once small and frail has entered hell
The academy is not for the pale
Yet he has become strong, gained respect
There are none who dare ignore or interject
He trains hard to fight for Russias force
Fame comes with great strength, such a change of course
For we only approve the soldiers of great
They are the ones who will acquire big bank
Success is determined by ones money
Through his strength will he dine on tunny
The dab advances, joins the armed forces
What better way to get his endorsements
All looked up to him, such inspiration!
The dab became the fortification
No man could withstand his power and might
He never lost a battle, what a sight!
This was a true man, legend to behold
His strength was more than a mans times ten fold
The dab received all that he desired
All the women and money he acquired
There is however a time to withdraw
no man can run from times natural law
He became the face of this great nation
and brought his country to domination
After the army he was still renowned
The dabs success had gotten himself crowned
The motherland praised him of his prowess
The dabs strength had made his success boundless
This was now the dabs life, a great success
Because of his strength his life had progressed
And now you see that knowledge is pointless,
This dab succeeded nevertheless
A great man he became; rich. famous, strong
Today, enjoying vodka all day long
He has a wife, children, family
Under the sea he lives peacefully,
You too can do the same, follow my lead
Drop out of school, work, fight and go succeed!
sorry I posted late but I was unable to log in for some reason
OK so yeah heres my tale. Told from a band of Snails, there was going to b 4 parts, one told by each member of the band but it would have been way to long.
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Singing is our eternal passion
A business never gone out of fashion
The name we give ourselves is Shell Patrol
All the music we play comes from the soul
We live a life of fun and fulfillment
Many places and travels we have went
Join us in our hall for a night of fun
To retell our travels of minds undone
We have lain with many nightly women
Indulgences that are unforgiven
But tonight we come to tell you a tale
One that’s of laughter and tremendous fail
You may think us silly, and that may be
Childish we are to a great degree
For we love to play and joke all the time
And what is the harm if it is no crime?
Now we will entertain you for a while
It’s one of our bests, may it bring forth smiles
Let us begin with out further delay
You have been waiting much to our dismay
Part One:
It was to be a night of indulgence
The four friends who came spared no vigilance
One was a banker who never ate meat
The other played games and was know to cheat
The third wrote stories of around the world
And lastly a great singer quite unfurled
Erotic excitement was their one goal
Away in the mid of the night they stole
There was only one place where they could go
Where many men went if they had the dough
Where women dance freely all around
From high in the ceiling, down to the ground
Scantily clad but not completely bare-
These dancers are, while the men simply stare
On this particular night a bet was made
The winner of which would be justly paid
Whoever was served with the most burlesque
And who sighted the girl most statuesque
Won a prize of admirable worth
So the four separated through the berth
To claim their ample prize in fleeting time
Lucky for them they were all in their prime
The gambler went first to find a few dames
Moving with sureness, he was used-to games
The first was dark haired with stockings to match
With eyes like sea glass she was quite the catch
She advanced on him with no lack of lust
Towards him her torso she did thrust
Shocked by this gesture the gambler backed up
So quickly in fact he fell on his rump
Trying hard to break his fall he held on-
To the tablecloth with a meal upon:
The table’s couple jumped up with a start
And as they did so knocked over a carte
Neighbors and friends all started to howl
The host came quickly with a fresh towel
The gambler had lost the contest for sure
One thing was clear he had not been a bore
Now was the writer’s time to prove himself
He scurried forward a bit like an elf
Part Two:
The first maiden on whom he laid his eyes
Was dressed in costume like a disguise
As they locked eyes from across the room’s floor
She motioned to him to go through the door
With eager willingness he went with her
On her breath he smelled the scent of liquor
“I’m glad you came, I’ve been waiting all night,
You are a bit tall, but you’ll do all right”
The man was happy he had her consent
Then he saw they had not the same intent
For what she did next shocked him a great deal
A surprise so big he let out a squeal
For under her dress was not what should be
No womanly parts were founded by he
More man than himself was all that he saw
He let forth a quake and dropped his jaw
He ran out so fast so no one would see
The gross mistake he made so perversely
Right back to his friends he ran like a fox
Not saying a word to avoid their mocks
There had been two men who tried, two who failed
The odds were against them, this time they bailed
The banker and singer were to go next
For now they wait in all prudent respects
To resume the next night the bet they made
They were tired and dull, starting to fade
All drunk as turtles they made there way home
Dawn was breaking there was no time to roam
They knew the next night would be a replay
So to have as much fun ‘fore they turn gray
The Orca’s Prologue
ReplyDeleteI am an Orca both out and inside,
My mother gave me the good name of Clyde.
I come from the land of cold snow and ice
and when I was small we only ate rice.
Of nine older siblings, I am the last
But my new friends, that’s enough of the past.
My greatest ambition, if you will know
has nothing to do with cold or the snow.
I pray that someone would give me the chance,
To one day ride in the great Tour De France1.
My parents believe that I am a fool,
they say I should spend my time in a school.
I know, you think I may never succeed,
But trust that I will, for that is my creed.
Though I know at best the shot here is long,
I know I can be the next Lance Finstrong2.
Enough about me it’s time for my tale,
I’m really nervous, in fact I’m quite pale.
But I’ll try my best, go easy I plea.
I’ll tell a tale of a dreamer like me.
Th Orca’s Tale
There once was a penguin who wished to paint,
his friends called him crazy, in the mind faint.
They said he was daft, in dreaming of art,
they’d turn right around and in his face fart.
He paid them no mind and made some supplies,
a brush of driftwood, some paint of eel eyes.
Then made a small easel out of some ice,
For now, well, these tools would have to suffice.
He started to paint and when he was thru,
he loved his art more than Elmer loves glue.
Though it was abstract he loved what he’d made,
he felt like a king, he felt like D. Wayde3.
But soon his rapture would come to an end,
For here came the Bully with all his friends.
“Look there” said the bully, pointing a fin,
“Joe’s painting is dumb, it’s ugly as sin!”
Head hung in tears, Joe slumped down on the snow,
Which way he should turn he did not now know.
downcast he thought of smoking a doobie,
But along came a stranger, a blue footed booby.
The Booby knelt and said “Why the long frown?
Surely we can turn that face upside down.”
“Well Mr. Bird”, Joe said with a sniff,
“They laughed at and threw my art of a cliff!
They said it was stupid, then broke my brush,
and now Mr. Sir, I feel downright crushed.”
“Well Little Master”, Blue said with a smile,
“I know that it hurts that they’ve cramped your style,
forget what they said, they haven’t a clue,
One day I bet, they’ll want to be like you.
Now stand up little penguin, take a breath,
Despite what it feels it’s not life or death.
Do what you love and follow your dreams
for when your a dreamer your future it gleams.
If painting is what your loving to do
then paint and paint ‘til your flippers turn blue.
He said “Well I’m off I’m in quite a rush,”
reached in his pocket and pulled out a brush.
He gave Joe a wink and gave him the gift,
Then turned tail and left more swiftly than swift.
From that day to this Joe still loves to paint,
He followed his dream without no restraint.
Now he’s on par with Van Gogh4 and SerEt5
Works on display in a room at the Met6.
So if you feel sad, dejected and blue,
Think about Joe, of the Blue footed too.
And if you see someone who’s looking sad
Lend them a hand, be a good lad!
Give them a brush or perhaps a tic tac.
One day yes one day they might help you back.
The Angler Fish’s Tale
ReplyDeleteIt was the darkness that scared me most.
How it came to be i cannot boast
I wish that I had a reason but have I none
embarrassed I should be as well I am
for years twas thought to be a scam
Though how could i make up such a tale
for in the darkness i would rather quail
predators, monsters, things of legend
what else to do but shine my light
and hope it would save me from my fright
My light was my comfort and never would I
be parted from it. On it I must rely
As well I must defy the crazed picture
portrayed in my mental state. A fixture
of scary thoughts. A recent occurrence
hath caught me off guard. A sad transference
of oil into my old domain has made
me flee and forced me to say adieu, bade
a sad farewell to my loving home and
venture to the unknown, a lonely one fish band
The Tale
Bravery was something he could not boast,
Courage was something he needed the most.
Darkness he feared but the light he adored
The dark could make someone so very bored.
No reason had he to fear what he did,
Though he truly abhorred the giant squid.
A giant in the dark one could not plot
against, for power was the greatest spot.
He who had so little vs. the dark who
had so much over his tiny dark woe.
Swimming alone barely above the dark
A faint little voice did reach, did embark
and flew to my ears. Stop I did, regressed
and turned my head to hear a sad repressed
tiny note. "Help it cried oh please do help!"
dared not I to reply to this sad yelp.
For he who was in trouble lay beneath
the shadows of the light. What if he had teeth?
I could not bring myself to swim below
For what if he meant harm, I do not know.
He begged me to help him said he was not
But a sardine caught in a net needing a plot
To relieve himself of his sad capture.
I could not help but be in great rapture.
Scared I was but brave I must of course be.
Though I could hardly see through the algae.
and come up with a way to help this sad
Little sardine. His cry denied my will to turn away.
I ground my teeth and closed my eyes. Down I went to reach his side. Opened the hole and let out thank me he did and better I felt.
Swimming below, overcoming fear.
So proud to know that I do now appear
To have no worry. My great and brave quest
Has proven to be worth while I dare not jest.
I now know that the only thing that’s scary
Is fear itself. I must now be rather merry,
For I have defeated my largest fright.
I no longer need my oldest friend light.
The Walrus's Tale:
ReplyDeleteThe Walrus’s Prologue
There was a walrus a little past-prime
A wife he wanted but he had no time
He called himself Walter the Great from Cuba
(Although, it was sad, he could not scuba)
He’d tried very hard to find him a wife
But each attempt only brought him great strife
The last female walrus was wrong for him
Her tusks were too long and she was too slim
One day his life was in turmoil
For one day his home got covered in oil.
He dove from his rock under the great sea
Oil all over, he wanted to flee.
He found a troop of animals en route
Even a French fish that only said “zut”
But he swam beside an old lonely whale
She was nice and warm, and had a large tail.
She told him he could sit upon her back
In exchange for a story for the pack
He made himself very comfortable
Ad he began to tell his favorite fable.
The Walrus’s Tale
The was a catfish who was quite pompous
About his appearance he made quite a fuss
He wore a bowtie and large bifocals
An outfit he thought was appealing to locals
But every girl fish that swam in his water
Would swim away to a fish that was hotter
One day he saw a fine fish named Ms. Lock
And she was trapped beneath a rock
She said, “Help get me out of here, Catfish!”
Then added, “Help me and you’ll get a wish!”
He tugged at her fins for 10 minutes long
And when she came free he felt fairly strong
“What is your wish good sir today?”
“I want a nice girl fish to come my way”
She gave a sweet smile and then there came
A flock of fish each of a different name
The pompous fish had never seen so many girls
He was happy and swam around in swirls
“Whichever fish I like the best will be mine!”
He felt a shiver of excitement up his spine.
He looked at every fish many a time
And the very last one he saw was sublime
She wore a bow tie just the same as his
At oceanography she was a whiz.
So he said to the fish so full of lee
“Sweet dear fish, would you like to marry me?”
But she confessed she was homosexual
(After all, the bow tie was unusual)
So the old pompous catfish went home
resigned to spend his entire life alone.
On his way home he stopped at the libr’y
Which was made of shells from under the sea
To get a book on how to do his hair
Then he saw the libr’ian in her chair
And then she found him the perfect book called
“Miracles under the Sea” and he bawled.
She then said, “I could help you do your do”
He said, “That would be very kind of you!”
The two went home and made sushi
And the couple was happy as can be.
Comments About Meg’s Tale:
I really liked Meg’s tale. The idea of having a depressed whale was good, and your intro was very convincing (that the whale really is depressed), such as when the whale says, “I am not one whom likes to speak often, As life seems so bleak every now and then.”
Comment about Matt’s Tale
I liked Matt’s tale as well--the blob fish is very amusing.Your introduction leads into your tale well.
Comment about Sarah’s Tale:
A pregnant sea horse getting a divorce was a really good and original idea for this assignment. I also really liked your intro to your tale.