Happy October!
Oct. 1st, 2003 11:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icepixieAm wearing Halloween socks. :) (Granted, I've been wearing Halloween socks off and on for the past month or so, but I feel legit.)
In addition to all the lovely test/essay grades so far, got another egoboo yesterday when we talked about my Southern Charm poem in class. Basically the only quibble anyone, including Clarvoe, had was that they didn't understand the Nathan Bedford Forrest reference. (There were a couple other tiny things, but I like them a lot they way they are, and so did everyone else, eventually.) They spent the whole half-hour pretty much saying what was good about the poem. Squee! Little to no revising!
And apparently none of us did exactly what she was expecting with the assignment, although they were all still good poems in their own right. Anyway, we have to hand in another one on Thursday just to see what happens when we use imperative verbs, basically. Voila:
The Fairy's Charm
First, sit upon the flat roof
and count all the stars in the sky.
Dance the tarantella all night
even though you haven't been bitten.
Grow your hair to an impossible length
and let it fall down your back.
Sew a dress of gold fiber
and thank the miller's daughter for the cloth.
Wear the dress to a grand ball
and pretend to be a duchess.
Drink tea with your little finger extended.
Deny all the princes from under the bedchamber
and wait for the one you love.
When you tire of dancing
the rufty tufty and the black nag,
hide behind your fan
and escape to your pumpkin coach.
When you arrive at your castle,
let seven little men lead you inside,
where you will find
a prince waiting with a glass slipper.
Try it on. See that it fits.
And when you and your prince
celebrate the birth of your son,
know that I will come to collect
my payment. A changeling child
for your babbling boy,
and no name for you to guess.
In addition to all the lovely test/essay grades so far, got another egoboo yesterday when we talked about my Southern Charm poem in class. Basically the only quibble anyone, including Clarvoe, had was that they didn't understand the Nathan Bedford Forrest reference. (There were a couple other tiny things, but I like them a lot they way they are, and so did everyone else, eventually.) They spent the whole half-hour pretty much saying what was good about the poem. Squee! Little to no revising!
And apparently none of us did exactly what she was expecting with the assignment, although they were all still good poems in their own right. Anyway, we have to hand in another one on Thursday just to see what happens when we use imperative verbs, basically. Voila:
The Fairy's Charm
First, sit upon the flat roof
and count all the stars in the sky.
Dance the tarantella all night
even though you haven't been bitten.
Grow your hair to an impossible length
and let it fall down your back.
Sew a dress of gold fiber
and thank the miller's daughter for the cloth.
Wear the dress to a grand ball
and pretend to be a duchess.
Drink tea with your little finger extended.
Deny all the princes from under the bedchamber
and wait for the one you love.
When you tire of dancing
the rufty tufty and the black nag,
hide behind your fan
and escape to your pumpkin coach.
When you arrive at your castle,
let seven little men lead you inside,
where you will find
a prince waiting with a glass slipper.
Try it on. See that it fits.
And when you and your prince
celebrate the birth of your son,
know that I will come to collect
my payment. A changeling child
for your babbling boy,
and no name for you to guess.
