Ode to Asylum (Poetry)

Was talking to @Cryptonym730 a day or so ago, and we were reminising about the #twittercation we took with the Asylum a while back. The Asylum, for those who don’t know, organizes itself around the Evil Gal herself, Mere Smith, and has as its members some of the most interesting, supportive and hilarious folks I’ve met on Twitter.

I don’t remember if she came on the twittercation with us (and @saalon, @modwild…and who else?) or not, but it basically involved the lot of us tweeting about utterly ridiculous things we’d do if we could get a cabin off somewhere and take a writing trip there, and didn’t have to be concerned about reality at all.

And so I give you a guest poem from @Cryptonym730.

 

 

Ode to Asylum

by @Cryptonym730

Ode to Asylum, Raise thou glass full of cheer

Thy minions all worship , Our Evil Lord Mere

My Ode to this eclectic, talented group

Hey! I just made this sentence rhymeth with poop

Poets  and writers,  Blogging talent galore

Algonquin  Round Table? (I’m such a big whore)

So you ask whatforeth, my cacaphonous  rhyme ?

This odeious, ode? This malevolent crime?

Miss Brody commissioned, thine limerick perverse

Nay! Mellifluous, enchanting,  Shakespearean  verse

She told me “my prose read like hardened cement”

Then Girl_on the go,  well she got up and went

My mission is crystal, To honoreth thy team

We need a commune, a haven,  a Walden wet dream

Create a Wonderful, rainbowey, fantasy place

Like Cocaine Coladas,  Kate Upton  >My face

Muse’s and freedom,  inspiration won’t end

With old vine’s and dancing and “My little friend”

A  “Mere” stones Thoreau away is where we’ll abscond

It’s Evil incarnate, On A-Sy-lum Pond