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I guess I'll be the first one to post something in here... If I posted wrong, please tell me or just delete the post... Okay, I wrote this while at One Act Play practice. We had been studying iambic pentameter in English that day, and practice was really boring... This is just for fun, only meant to put a smile on your face. I hope it does just that. Please tell me what you think of it...
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Iambic Pentameter

Writing in iambic pentameter
Is not as easy as it looks because
You think that a word has two syllables
But it only has one- like the word squire.
Then you are stuck having to change the line
Which leads to frustration because you can't
Think of new ways to re-phrase the sentence.
It takes a great amount of your time
If you go and try to make each line rhyme.
But I find that it can be hard at times.
I found it is best if you finish the
Poem with an even number of lines
Otherwise the poem just ends oddly.
Where to go from here? I am at a loss.
What more can I say about this subject?
Dang it all I need is one more line-- shoot!

Greetings. This is an example of my work and sense of humor. Let me know what you think:

A Fairy Tale

One rainy day in... Well no, it wasn't raining, but it might be much more interesting if it was, although, on the other hand, sunlight can also have its own devastating effects, A.K.A. skin cancer. Huh. Here, compromise: it was partly cloudy with a fifty percent chance of it raining, a fifty percent chance of it not raining, and a twenty-five percent chance of alien abduction.

On a partly cloudy day in the land of... of... of? Let's see, Italy? No.. Utah? Nay. Turkey? No, I'm more of a chicken man myself. Okay, The land of ltalkey.

It was a partly cloudy day in the land of ltalkey when a prince whose name was... was, oh yeah, Was.

It was a partly cloudy day in the land of Italkey when a prince whose name was Was was walking through the castle market, trying to get an idea of which stocks and bonds to buy next. The latest information suggested that the best stock was cattle, and the best bond was super glue. After finding this information useless, (because he was rich already) and pondering the mysteries of the universe (taking a nap), Was was quite
hungry. He walked down the street, past the Goldie Locksmiths, Rumpled Silk Skin Tanning Salon, and Little Red Riding Cars, to the Three Little Pork Chops Diner where he ordered himself a stick house special with a side of peas.

All was fine until a fight broke out between a couple of kids and an old lady, something to do with a gingerbread house. During the confusion the table was knocked over spilling the prince's food everywhere. At this moment, unnoticed, a pea found its way into the prince's shoe. After the children beat up the old lady and stole her purse, the Prince left toward the castle to retire for the evening.

Upon reaching his royal bed chamber the prince kicked his shoe off his foot and across the room, the pea, amazingly, landing between the mattresses of Was's bed, again unnoticed. The prince lay down, but was unable to sleep. Was was still awake
when morning came. After a couple of days, he began trying everything to get to sleep. He counted Little Bo Peep's sheep, plus Mary's little lamb. He then hired Little Boy Blue and the Pied Piper to lullaby him in a duet. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't get Was to sleep again. After loosing hope, Was sunk to the level of watching countless infomercials, brainwashing him into buying countless exercise
machines and can-cutting knives. This only made the prince more desperate to find a solution, and to develop that firm six-pack he had always wanted.

All this time the maid that made the prince's bed never bothered to lift the mattress to tuck the sheets, thus never noticing the pea.
After a week without sleep, which can be very devastating to one's morning disposition, the prince sent out a decree requesting help, to all comers of the kingdom. Many sleep doctors answered the call, but none could come up with a solution. After the attempts failed, the king called for witch doctors, chiropractors, and even Dr. Phil. All of these attempts proved to be about as effective as a kamikaze pilot's helmet. In the end, the prince went back to his room and banged his head against the bedpost.

At that very moment, the pea was dislodged from its position in the mattress and fell to the floor. This time Was noticed the pea. He lifted it from the floor and jumped with great enthusiasm, then instantly collapsed onto the bed and slept for three days.

After awaking, the prince released a notice to the public announcing the finding of the pea in the royal mattress. Unfortunately, the royal printer misread the note and printed that "pee" was found in the prince's mattress. This, of course, embarrassed the prince to the point that he retired to his bedchamber never to return. Well, never to return until he developed that six pack anyway. After several months, the prince left the castle and lived happily ever after, being able to beat the tar out of anyone who looked at him funny.
The moral of this story is, of course: "Make your own bed," or "If you want something printed right, print it yourself."

oh, oh, pick me! pick me! *waves hand up in the air* I have a funny excerpt from my novel! (just to explain, the main character just got stuck halfway through a hole that lead into a tree she was tree she was trying to get into.)

An optimist would say she was stuck half in, a pesimist would say she was stuck half out, but Jane was a realist and knew it sucked either way.

yeah but a subform costs 2,000 gold (I think thats right) and the guild treasury only has two hundred. We just finally got enough to make a guild. sweatdrop

I may make a donation. I don't have alot of gold, you know, but what to do with what I have. One of the jazz greats when asked about money said:
"How many shirts can a man wear anyway."

Well, I'm wearing a cool shirt.

I believe in this guild, mainly because if yo read on the other writing guilds and pages you start to think about suicide.

...* Goes to donation page*

*returns*

Well, we should be at an even thousand now.
That's nearly half way.

Thanks for letting me be a part of it.

See, I think the thing is that seriousness is a negative term meaning lack of humor. It is like darkness is a negative term for the absense of light, or silence the absence of sound. Writing humor requires more in the way of observation. Serious writing can be just the stuff that happens. Humor requires a new light on the stuff that happens. There are also so many techniques to humor, which would make a great post. Humor also makes people feel good, and that is a desired response.

However...

Serious writing takes a great amount of skill also. Writing is all communication and there are so many ideas to portray. Really, it takes a special person to do either of them.

*blinks* "I was under the impression that writing seriously is harder since i am incapable of it it takes alot of work just to make sure my stories dont get TOO wierd, i suppose it just depends on the person and their personalitys"