Contest! You Cool? Then Haiku!
People of the internet!
It’s time. Time to unleash my first contest here on good ol’ Tappity Tappity. I thought long and hard about what I wanted to do to give away a copy of my little book Patrick’s Super Socks and due to budget and time constraints, I couldn’t do the super, awesome contest to end all contests that I had planned.
Nope. So I’m going to make it simple.
To be entered into the running to win a copy of Patrick’s Super Socks all you have to do is write a haiku. That’s it!
Uh, TKT? Yeah…I suck at poetry and I don’t even know what a haiku is.
Hey, join the group. I’m awful at poetry and stand in marvel at people who can actually write them. I’m even more impressed with people that can read poetry and not fall asleep, but that’s just me!
But, I do like me a good haiku. For the uninitiated, it goes a little something like this.
Oh, orange delight
You make my mouth smell better
Delicious Tic-Tacs.
I know. A masterpiece, right? All it is is 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables. Count ‘em off. Enter it into the comments and you’re entered into the running. Enter as often as you like, there’s no obligation!
What does the haiku have to be about? Tic-Tacs?
Not everyone is as inspired by little one and a half calorie breath mints like I am. I understand this. Write the haiku about ANYTHING you want. Anything. I’m easy that way. You know, like Sunday morning.
When’s this ridiculous assignment due?
Glad you asked Voice of the Internet!
Let’s have all entries in by March 31st, 2008 by MIDNIGHT! If it’s April Fool’s Day, then the jokes on you and you know…thanks for playing and stuff.
To recap:
1. Write a haiku (remember 5,7,5!)
2. Slap that puppy in the comments of THIS post (you know, so everyone can enjoy it!)
3. Sit patiently and/or write another mind-boggling haiku that’s even better than the first or 51st you wrote.
4. Cross fingers.
5. Check back here on April 1st to see who won. It could be you!
Any questions?
Let’s do this thing, Tappers!
I suck at poetry too but I can’t resist a contest. Thanks for offering up a copy of your book and congratulations from a still unpublished author. My attempt:
I can write haikus
with seventeen syllables
in three lines of verse.
I LOVE HAIKUS
Started a new book,
It is scandalously clean.
Well, maybe not CLEAN…
I want a copy
Oh yes, I do, I want one,
So how about you?
I always hated writing haikus. That’s all I can do right now…lol.
Ooh, confirmation that you are na-sty…
Thomas is wicked
A Greyhound oozing zombies
A lesser evil
Ooh and look at that – proof I can’t write Haiku.
Consider this an unofficial entry as I have already purchased your book and would like someone else to experience what Super Socks are all about. I just can’t say no to Haiku. Since I share your love of those little baby-aspirin delights, I thought I would stick with the Tic Tac theme:
Oblong delight force
One and a half calorie
Shiny fuity love.
By the way, good to see you around again. Lunch isn’t the same without Tappity.
Electric Eel man
Runs till his heart collapses
Never gets away
As you can see, I’m not a poet either.
Thomas Kingsley Troupe–
He maketh me to write haiku
Just to win his book.
Patrick’s Super Socks–
Whyfore your silly title
make me smile so much?
Now I leave this blog.
Other tappers take a turn–
One to rule them all.
Hey — I came over from Verla’s —
Thomas is so sweet
To part with his first baby
I’ll treat it with care!
Patrick’s Super Socks
Title of S’s galore
May I have some more
I wrote this to show my students how it’s done:
Booming and banging
Nasty music from next door
Neighbors must be deaf.
my contribution!:
laugh if you must but
the zombie apocalypse
is not a joke, yo
it’s funny now but
it won’t be so funny when
they’re eating your brains
but I’LL be laughing
from my sweet zombie hideout
(ha ha tee hee hee!)
This entry is from my 9-year-old daughter!
Light shines on the
Flowers of yellow and white
As snowy flakes melt
I call mine “Super Socks Rocks!” Enjoy.
Determined shambler
You skulk through night’s deep shadows
In search of sweet brains.
Here’s my attempt:
Socks, socks and more socks
In my drawer and lunch box
Mismatched and dirty.
Opening a book
Takes me faraway places
Who says I am poor?