Writing Assignment #9, Draft 1

Sorrowful Sestina

A young child is wandering and lost
Trapped in the entrails of the dark
A child crying and alone
His cheeks smeared with grime
Large hollow eyes drip with tears
Of confusion and sorrow.

Gaunt faces of the dregs are twisted in sorrow
They feel for the child who is lost
His pitiful wail moves them to tears
They watch him crouching in the dark
Longing to reach out and hold him, despite the grime
But vanishing in remorse, unable to give up being alone.

The city street is empty now, the boy is alone.
His shoulders hunch and shake in sorrow
His frail fingers attempt to wipe away the grime
But his hope is lost.
He sobs and falls into the dark
Drowning in his own dirty tears.

Blinking through eyelashes dewy with tears
The child sees a shadow wandering alone
A purring shadow of dark.
The cat peers up into the boys face drenched in sorrow
Sees the terror of being lost,
And starts to lick away the grime.

As a warm moist tongue dissolves the grime
The little boy stops his tears
He does not feel lost
He does not feel alone.
Away melts the worry and the sorrow
And new lights shine in the dark.

Together, walking in the dark,
Through the dust and the bones and the grime
Free of past cares and sorrow
No more falling tears
No fear of being alone
The child and the cat are no longer lost.

Now they step out of the dark
Clean of grief and grime
The sun warms the child’s happy tears.

Writing Assignment #8, Draft 3

Fun With Mick & Lane

See Mick strut. Strut Mick strut.
Mick is strutting along the sidewalk.
Along comes a girl named Lane.
Silly, silly Lane. She is wearing very high heels.
They are so high that she wobbles with every step.
Wobble wobble wobble.
But Lane loves her shoes because they are Prada.
She spent all her money on the shoes.
Mick also likes Lane’s heels very much.
Mick does not know Lane, but he likes her shoes.
He thinks they look very pretty.
Pretty, pretty shoes.
Mick is proud of his shoes too.
He likes the way they squeak when he struts.
Squeak shoes squeak.
Suddenly it starts to rain.
Plip plop, plip plop, plip plop go the raindrops.
The city is very wet now.
So are Mick and Lane’s shoes.
They both do not like this at all.
Their shoes squelch now when they walk.
Squelch squelch squelch.
Both Mick and Lane are very angry.
Their shoes were suede, and suede does not like rain.
Neither do Mick and Lane.
Two pairs of fancy suede shoes are ruined.
Mick’s were blue.
Sky blue, royal blue, Prussian blue.
Blue blue blue blue.
Lane’s were red.
Rose red, fire engine red, blood red.
Red red red red.
Mick is cursing very loudly.
People on the street are staring at him.
Lane is furiously dialing her cell phone.
Dial Lane dial.
Mick stomps down the street with Lane close behind.
They both step in big puddles along the way.
The bottoms of Mick’s pants are dripping too.
Lane’s legs have goose bumps.
Neither has an umbrella.
It is pouring now.
Pour rain pour.
Mick and Lane both go into Starbucks.
It is very crowded and hot and smells like expresso.
Cappuccino!
Mick shakes his head vigorously.
Shake Mick shake.
Drops of water fall into peoples coffee.
Mick gets many dirty looks.
Lane also flips her hair.
Flip flip flip.
She flips her hair so hard that it hits Mick behind her.
Mick glares at the back of Lane’s head in silence.
Glare Mick glare.
Lane turns around and smiles at Mick.
Mick stops glaring, and stares at her shoes.
Lane orders a double shot, venti mocha -vanilla -strawberry decaf with foam.
Yum yum yum.
Mick pays for her drink, and gets a chai soy latte, hold the whipped cream
All for himself.
They sit together and make eyes at each other’s ruined shoes and hair.
How cute cute cute.
Wink Mick wink.
Flirt Lane flirt.
Mick and Lane exchange phone numbers.
Then they strut from Starbucks together.
Both have forgotten about their shoes.
It is still raining.
Rain rain rain.

Writing Assignment #8, Draft 2

Fun With Mick & Lane

See Mick strut. Strut Mick strut.
Mick is strutting along the sidewalk.
Along comes a girl named Lane.
Silly, silly Lane. She is wearing very high heels.
They are so high that she wobbles with every step.
Wobble Lane wobble.
But Lane loves her shoes because they are Prada.
She spent all her money on the shoes.
Mick also likes Lane’s heels very much.
Mick does not know Lane, but he likes her shoes.
He thinks they look very pretty.
Pretty, pretty shoes.
Mick is proud of his shoes too.
He likes the way they squeak when he struts.
Squeak shoes squeak.
Suddenly it starts to rain.
Plip plop, plip plop go the raindrops.
The city is very wet now.
So are Mick and Lane’s shoes.
They both do not like this at all.
Their shoes squelch now when they walk.
Squelch squelch squelch.
Both Mick and Lane are very angry.
Their shoes were suede, and suede does not like rain.
Neither do Mick and Lane.
Two pairs of fancy shoes are ruined.
Mick’s were blue.
Sky blue, royal blue, Prussian blue.
Blue blue blue blue.
Lane’s were red.
Rose red, fire engine red, blood red.
Red red red red.
Mick is cursing very loudly.
People on the street are staring at him.
Lane is furiously dialing her cell phone.
Dial Lane dial.
Mick stomps down the street with Lane close behind.
They both step in big puddles along the way.
The bottoms of Mick’s pants are saturated too.
Lane’s legs have goose bumps.
Neither has an umbrella.
It is pouring now.
Pour rain pour.
Mick and Lane both go into Starbucks.
It is very crowded and hot.
Mick shakes his head vigorously.
Shake Mick shake.
Drops of water fall into peoples coffee.
Mick gets many dirty looks.
Lane also flips her hair.
Flip flip flip.
She flips her hair so hard that it hits Mick behind her.
Mick glares at the back of Lane’s head in silence.
Glare Mick glare.
Lane turns around and smiles at Mick.
Mick stops glaring, and stares at her shoes.
Lane orders a double shot, venti mocha -vanilla -strawberry decaf with foam.
Yum yum yum.
Mick pays for her drink, and gets a chai soy latte, hold the whipped cream
All for himself.
They sit together and make eyes at each other’s ruined shoes and hair.
How cute.
Wink Mick wink.
Flirt Lane flirt.
Mick and Lane exchange phone numbers.
Then they strut from Starbucks together.
Both have forgotten about their shoes.
It is still raining.
Rain rain rain.

Writing Assignment #8, Draft 1

Fun With Mick & Lane

See Mick strut. Strut Mick strut.
Mick is strutting along the sidewalk.
Along comes a girl named Lane.
Silly, silly Lane. She is wearing very high heels.
They are so high that she wobbles with every step.
Wobble Lane wobble.
But Lane loves her shoes because they are Prada.
She spent all her money on the shoes.
Mick also likes Lane’s heels very much.
He thinks they look very pretty.
Pretty, pretty shoes.
Mick is proud of his shoes too.
He likes the way they squeak when he struts.
Squeak shoes squeak.
Suddenly it starts to rain.
Plip plop, plip plop go the raindrops.
The city is very wet now.
So are Mick and Lane’s shoes.
They both do not like this at all.
Their shoes squelch now when they walk.
Squelch squelch squelch.
Both Mick and Lane are very angry.
Their shoes were suede, and suede does not like rain.
Neither do Mick and Lane.
Two pairs of fancy shoes are ruined.
Mick’s were blue.
Sky blue, royal blue, Prussian blue.
Blue blue blue blue.
Lane’s were red.
Rose red, fire engine red, blood red.
Red red red red.
Mick is cursing very loudly.
People on the street are staring at him.
Lane is furiously dialing her cell phone.
Dial Lane dial.
Mick stomps down the street with Lane close behind.
They both step in big puddles along the way.
The bottoms of Mick’s pants are saturated too.
Lane’s legs have goose bumps.
Neither has an umbrella.
It is pouring now.
Pour rain pour.
Mick and Lane both go into Starbucks.
It is very crowded and hot.
Mick shakes his head vigorously.
Shake Mick shake.
Drops of water fall into peoples coffee.
Mick gets many dirty looks.
Lane also flips her hair.
Flip flip flip.
She flips her hair so hard that it hits Mick behind her.
Mick glares at the back of Lane’s head in silence.
Glare Mick glare.
Lane turns around and smiles at Mick.
Mick stops glaring, and stares at her shoes.
Lane orders a double shot, venti mocha -vanilla -strawberry decaf with foam.
Yum yum yum.
Mick pays for her drink, and gets a chai soy latte, hold the whipped cream
All for himself.
They sit together and make eyes at each other’s ruined shoes and hair.
How cute.
Wink Mick wink.
Flirt Lane flirt.
Mick and Lane exchange phone numbers.
Then they strut from Starbucks together.
Both have forgotten about their shoes.
It is still raining.
Rain rain rain.

Writing Assignment #7, Draft 3

The Ballad of Bonny Biz McQueen

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died.

She was a sweet girl, 5 foot three
A really comely lass
She ate caviar on bagels,
And had a gorgeous ass.

All the lads were quite in love
But only one caught Bizzy’s eye,
A handsome boy with with wavy hair
His name was Rodney Pie.

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died.

Now Rodney worshipped Bizzy
And Bizzy adored him
They pledged to be faithful to each other
Ever loving without whim.

But one day Bizzy strolled out
On the sunlit lawn
And there was Rodney and Jilly Mae
Getting their freak on!

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died

The poor chick's heart was broken
She fled the awkward scene
She smashed her car into Rodney’s truck
And yelled, “That’s from Biz McQueen!”.

Bizzy was on a rampage,
She was usually like a mouse
Now screaming in righteous anger
Biz blew up Rodney’s house.

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died

She jumped into her magenta car
And headed far away
Now that her man no longer loved her
There was no cause to stay.

Blinded by tears and crying hard
She gave an almighty sniff
And inspired by Thelma and Louise
She drove right off a cliff.

Oh that pretty dame, called Bizzy McQueen
No longer will she ride
In her pink Ferrari, with spinners flashing
The wretched girl has died.