Mind-wrestling with Poets (it's a community thread! Come on in!)

Ok. It's like this:

a) We wanted a community gathering, conversation thread.

b) In Thorn Forest, gauntlets may have been thrown down.

c) yodels and yawps were threatened.

d) kicking off the new year with a Mind-Wrestle a Poet was born.

There may or may not be cage matches, gnashing of teeth, and cookies involved.

it's really up to you.

(and if this flops miserably, no skin.)

Oh. One more thing. While most anything goes, as poets are so apt to do anyway, have fun, have even more fun in rhyme, no bear baiting allowed. And most of all, no matter what happens, just remember, it isn't my fault.

Oh. I hadn't thought of that.


before I decide, one question: Since we're mind wrestling, do we just have to imagine what the ring is filled with?

and recite dirty limericks?

Kuwi and I were discussing triolets, and that I love to read them but have no discipline when it comes to writing them, so don't ever write them. (I also don't do sonnets, and various other forms with lots of rules).

So, I am going to have to decline any triolet duels.

But my haiku-fu is strong.

There once was a poet named Cass.
when she opened her mouth she looked like a bass.
She said to Trish
who writes poems about fish
"Mention my name and I'll kick your ass".

Dear Cassandra, i really don't shmoo
Although, quite frequently, used to
I bide my time here
With metaphors and beer
In fact i just had a few.