In honour of former vice-president Gore, Qohel is pleased to announce a new literary form, the goresicle.
The goresicle is a short poem of ten lines or less. It has lines that do not scan, and rhymes that do not rhyme. It contains factual errors. It expresses concern about a non-existent crisis.
The Last Penguin
A penguin circles slowly overhead.
It is the last of its kind.
Below, a polar bear cannot lift its head.
The blinding sun has made it blind.
Despair weighs heavy on its brow.
It cannot look up even now.
It cannot jump to catch the penguin.
The cloying warmth has sapped the engine
of its soul.
Worthy of the Vogons, I think, if not of the miraculously bad Mr Gore himself.
Please add further examples in comments. A prize of $20 worth of karma offsets to the best. Worst. Whatever.
The Goresicle – great idea!
A humble entry:
The Lonely Iceberg
I wandered lonely as an iceberg, looking for a friend
I couldn’t find another one, the world’s about to end.
There used to be a polar bear who followed just behind
But now that I have melted, his only home is brine.
I am a lonely iceberg, lonely cause I’m dead
Don’t you think it’s time you got my story through your head?
I love it when the grass is being damp
They should put it on a postage stamp
It won’t be here for long
Because the world’s been treated wrong
Let me know how to claim my Karma credts
Stop and Think
The world is fried
The last tree died
Up in heaven
If only the people I created
Stopped and thought before they mated
There are more people than there ought
To be, more of your sort
Stop and think before you do it
Or the whole world will live to rue it.
Sorry, Jacinta, I think those karma credits are mine
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