Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Donjon Balderdash

A night of spring break road-trip planning had ended. Keys were gathered, cell-phones collected, and shoes tied. Four of the spring-breakers - Andrew, John Elliott, Shama, and Timothy - all gave their respects to the host, Kelsey, and went on their way.

A few slower, rather lazy, souls dragged behind. Why was everyone hurrying back to the dorm anyway? Only homework awaited there. Why the need to be hasty? And so the five remaining spring-breakers - Jonathan, Linnea, Kelsey, Barry, and Christy remained sprawled in their post-smoothie states. Eventually, it was decided to venture into the realms of Balderdash. After discussing the games merit (or the proposed lack thereof), they settled down in earnest to drink good tea, pick the most obscure words, and write the most convincing definitions.

As the evening ended (this time for real) a proposition was made: each should take their word and create a blog.

...and so I did.

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Donjon
Actual definition - the inner tower of a castle (haha, get it? Donjon = DUNGEON!! I thought it quite ingenius myself - the dictionary was the one who pointed it out!)
Barry - a pejorative term for an inexperienced sailor
Jonathan - the tassel or streamer on a Choktaw indian's ceremonial headdress
Linnea - a sickle shaped device used for farming in Central and South America
Christy - the slang term for full body long-underwear
Kelsey - ??? (Kelsey, yours is missing? Do you remember what it was?)

There once was a donjon who thought he was smart
He pretended to know all about sailing and art
But then one day, while off on a lark
He tumbled overboard and was taken by a shark!

The shark, you see, was really quite the chap
For there in his lap
Lay a distracting feather cap
(A donjon to be sure) My what a trap!

The sailor, of course,
almost went hoarse
calling from the shark's donjon with such remorse
"Let me out! This place smells even worse!"

Donjon's kept him warm
all throughout the storm
But my, did he squirm
Until the shark he did spurn

His trusty donjon in hand
(He was finally going to act like a man!)
That shark he sure outswam
And headed in haste for dry land

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Kipling's Kimball

What I thought it would be fun to write: " Kipling weaves the whisper of a web of women where each waft of Western wind ‘wakens the woven wisps of the East to wobble."

What I wrote: "Kipling weaves the tale of a web of humanity where each breath of Western wind causes the intertwining strands of the East to tremble."

Wednesday, February 18, 2009