Blame our blogorrhiec pal Travis Erwin, but during this season and year's end when we assess our lives and hopefully spend some seconds in general gratitude, he's posted some verses about his Favorite Stuff. I covet his rhyme for "readers": coconut rum in liters. Brilliant. Read it all and don't skip the comments.
(Mentally set it to the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music. Various MP3s here.)
So, Travis, I blame you for this completely, and here I go:
Coffee and sci-fi and old kung fu action
Add in the noir thing and crime from all factions
Surfing my whimsies and 8-hours a night
French wine and sunshine and twinkle-y lights
Floors cleaning themselves with help from the Roombas
Lacy confections to lift the bazoombas
Long-lasting lipstick, concealer that works
So, I’m greedy! A publishing deal wouldn’t hurt
Smells of a bookstore and great-fitting blue jeans
Chocolate and cheeses and changes of season
Colorful songbirds a-feeding in flocks
This, pal-ly’s, my tally of stuff that rocks
When bills are due
and the pets puke
My to-dos are long
I figure what Jessica Fletcher would do
And know that I can’t go wrong
Weird plots that only occur when I travel
Avoiding the long lines with loud-talking rabble
Planes with enough seats that all leave on time
A seatback in front of me that can’t recline
Chapters that matter, synopses that capture
Editors deciding that what I write matters
Odd genre-straddling, omitting romance
My colleagues of Eros, I mean no offense
Music and singing and dinner with loved ones
All Vince Guaraldi and Husker Du albums
Old swing and be-bop and bone-crushing riffs
This, friends, is my definition of IT
When I’m pigeon-holed
Too new, too old
All my words fall flat
I ask whether Jessica Fletcher would quit
And I tell the world, “F--- that!”
Feel free to join in with verses of your own. It's just a given that you are my faves.
Happy Christmas!
Friday, December 21, 2007
No, Travis. MY Favorite Stuff
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6 comments:
That is great, and so much better and well though out than mine.
I'm glad that quite a few have followed suit and created their own lyrics. And your bazoomba rhyme more than trumped my liters.
You're sweet to say so. Thanks for blazing the trail!
Oh jeez, I'm going to have Roombas and bazoombas stuck in my head for the next two weeks. I love it!
Travis has started a social movement. How weird.
I'll have to try this but it will pale compared to your version.
I think you missed your calling! Parody is tricky, and this was a divine send-up. Put a collection of these together and sell them as the first Chicken Chowder line of books for writers in need of a song.
You've got some pretty outstanding satire here. Maybe I'll give this a shot myself, and thanks for the tip off re Travis'. I think a caroling session for SinC and MWA's next holiday party is in order!
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