I am sure that our International Guests are already aware of the holy union of those two scrubbers, Bec and Lleyton last week. They may not be aware of the epic poem that Bec wrote for her new hubby.
It is too easy to take pot shots from the sideline though, and so I would like to issue a challenge to gravestmor’s readers:
THAT’S RIGHT, A POETRY COMPETITION!
The rules are these:
Rule 01 - All poems must rhyme. So no haiku, wankers.
Rule 02 - All poems must be about architecture in some way.
If you think that is too hard, here are some rhymes to get you started:
Hot Glue Gun / Mansilla and Tunon
T-Square / Le Corbusier
Limber / Timber
Email entries to me, or leave them in the comments section below. I will publish the best early next week sometime and if there are no entries then expect to never hear of this ever again…
July 29th, 2005 at 2:28 pm
Mail order houses and mile-high spires,
The suburbs are bleak and the cities are dire.
But if things never change, still happy I’ll be,
For a Life Without Buildings is not one for me.
July 29th, 2005 at 2:48 pm
There once was a woman named Baker /
All the architects wanted to take her /
And take her and take her /
And take her and take her /
And take her and take her and take her
August 4th, 2005 at 12:38 pm
House*
I live in, like, a house
It has walls and stuff
& loads of extensions
Most of which were inexpertly,
Even comically
Applied
The old parts were made by convicts
& you can feel the penal slavery
In all the carvings in the bricks.
You can trace misery in the grain
& intense pain
I bet those guards were real pricks
If the house weren’t there
Or if it didn’t have a roof
My books would all get wrecked
Unless they were waterproof
But they’re not.
*don’t like rule 01
August 8th, 2005 at 9:16 am
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