For the past 2 days I find myself talking in iambic pentameter. What shall I do?

Question

My family and friends all think I have gone crazier than usual.

Answer 1

scream and shout, run in circles, while chugging your alcoholic beverage of choice,,, refrain from pulling your hair out if possible,,, let this be the remedy, soon they will all understand and give you a wide berth.

I honestly have no idea,,, but mercy that must be aggravating

Answer 2

Confuse the heck out of them and switch to trochaic tetrameter (4 feet /*/*), then try iambic heptameter (7 feet */*/).  When they finally catch on, switch to amphibrachic pentameter (5 feet */* */*).  This excerpt from my poem MOTHER is iambic heptameter.

There is a lady, old and gray, down by the railroad track.

She says she has a home down there.  It is a cardboard shack.

The frame is made from lumber scraps, picked up along the way.

Each wall is just a cardboard box that someone threw away.

The roof, a piece of rusty tin, beside the track she found.

Her cookstove is an open fire, her couch is just the ground.

Her table is an old wire spool, her china's made from glass.

She sits and thinks of better times, when she was upper class.

Answer 3

This is a great time for a poetry reading. Circle the family and slam poetry at them for two straight hours. This should put you back to where you need to be if you survive your family.

If that fails to work try having lots of great s*x with virile young men;  works for me. ;-) I have a feeling I won't get best answer.

Answer 4

I always favor a fine rant of free verse, liberally scattered with obscenities I learned while working in the county jail!  If that doesn't work, try beating your head against the wall in 2/4 time!  Hope this is of some help! TaTa!

Answer 5

Explain to them that it is just how we Martians speak.

Answer 6

I may not be the one you want to ask

To break this habit is a doleful task

If you can do it, share your secret please --

Because I even do it when I sneeze.

Though it's melodic friends are quite put off;

I hope they never have to hear me cough.

Just keep writing poems Elaine...somebody's gotta do it.

Answer 7

Give Shakespeare and TS Eliot a run for their money!!!

Answer 8

Aww  hun.. you need a vacation.  

Answer 9

I must be crazier than you. I consider myself a poet (of the free verse because I must be free) and I don't even know what iambic pentameter is and what's worse, I don't want to know.

I thought that I must investigate you so I went to your profile and also visited your websites.

So instead of singing to you Fly Me to the Moon, I shall say Let Me Got to Mars with No Bars Hold (oh, well, no rhyme, is that a crime). Yes, you do have inventions on Mars and so there must be an inventive cure for you there.

If not take care - there's always business to be done on Lulu.

In other words, just as there is no cure for being me, there is no cure for being you.

Here's to you, to your poetry and all future endeavors.

Answer 10

Go for it, girlfriend!  May it bring you joy.

That meter is a winner -- you da bomb!

Answer 11

Dog gone it, Elaine, I can't figure out the IAMBS and the PENTS...I just write stuff and hope for the best...

I work physically, and my down time is writing, I LOVE both, so where do I find my study time? Being self-employed I can't pay myself for vacation time....

I NEED all of your inspiration, Thanks!!

Answer 12

Take aim, fire now, iambic gone

replaced for sure with rat tat tat.

If h**l be this, a curse, a bane

please, please, let me be

in whatever meter, I awake.

Answer 13

LOL blame TD. I sure as eggs didn't plant that in your mind. My IP nerve has got the yips.

Enjoy the infamy (as in "they've got it in for me")!

Answer 14

That's really funny Elaine.Your ok as long as your not answering your self .lol Maybe it is a mars thing  

Answer 15

I empathize. When it happens, it happens. So let it ride! If you shut it down you will even feel worse.

Just a silly ditty

Take your golden pen in hand,

do not write it in the sand.

Water would wash it away,

we could not read what you say.

Answer 16

here's what you do:

get a pen,

get a paper,

write some stories,

then get a stapler.

put them together,

in a booklet of verse,

perhaps you are,

the greatest scribe,

in the universe!

so fret not dear lady,

for we all think in lyric,

it's simply the writer's spirit!

haha i dunno.. it surely can't be a bad thing.. write some stuff down maybe you'll produce something woderful!