Discussion » Poetry - fucking maths style, baby!

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Posted by Sul_DUPE1, around 7th April 2006:
 
A slashdot article points to people writing peotry based on the Fibonacci sequence. Also in the comments people have been writing based on other sequences such as pi and prime numbers.

Sounds like fun, non?

Here's my Fibonacci one.

Smash,
Glass,
Broken,
In my foot,
"Are you okay, Sul?"
You ask, concerned about my toes,
"I'm fine", I say In a certain way weeping girl-like,
"You dont look fine," you reply, "you have tears running down your pink face."
"Fuck off and get out of my pink face you annoying bitch, its just a bit of glass, I'll be fine. Who the fuck left a glass on the fucking floor?"
"Well it wasn't me," you scream, "you always blame me for everything. It could have been John. He is always leaving things on the fucking floor. Why cant you just ask him to leave like you promised two fucking months ago?" storming off vexed.
Posted by WarHead, around 7th April 2006:
 
I 'ate poetry.

Except Spike Milligan's.
Posted by Lucy Record, around 7th April 2006:
 
Leslie
John Leslie
Oh do not rape me
Stop now! Desist, John Leslie!
You may have raped Ulrika Johanson, but
Lucy Record shall emerge untouched from your vice grip
And my nose is filled with the crackle of Richard Bacon. Cooking. Nice.

That's the opening of my prime number poem.
Posted by Grim..., around 7th April 2006:
 
I like pi.
Yum.

A short poem, granted.
Posted by Alfie_DUPE1, around 7th April 2006:
 
"my nose is filled with the crackle of Richard Bacon."

NICE!
Posted by syl_DUPE1, around 7th April 2006:
 
Mmmmmmmm. Bacon.

/me dieting