Today’s guest blog is by tim
dale is a way and the blog will play
this weekend we will do an excercise in improv blogging.
the art of improv is cool but there are a couple of rules to have success.
never mind what you had in mind if the person before you throws a different direction at you you have to accept it totally and go from there.
i will put a final line on it at 12:01am and you can catch it on the next morning or if ben is up in the middle of the night he can read it then.
so heres a test of the group poem:
i write: i am a blogger and i’m ok
anna writes: he blog all night and i blog all day
clyde writes: his poodles named fido because its french
steve writes: his ex wife is an awful evil wench
the rest goes off to lord knows where…..
its ok to change the tempo and go with something new
one fish two fish red fish blue fish
or the midnight ride of paul rever are ok to throw in…
take a line or a stanza and run with it.
if while you are posting the poem gets responded to by someone else it could get confusing but i think we can follow multiple directions with this group. follow one or the other ort both
cmon in the water is fine
for real this time:
i’m a baboon blogger and i’m ok
i blog all night and blog all day….
next line?
Trail Baboon 
i blog about dogs and books and goats
i’m funny and i’m cleaver when i’m feeling my oats
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i meaning you
i have a hunch
you thought i meant me
but you’re the cleaver bunch
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Barb, you are clever when feeling your oats
and it is always great to hear about your goats
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I love that you still remember to be cleaver
And that you’re always busy as a beaver
Haven’t heard lately how Alba is doing
Since you thought she was eating but it was goat grandma chewing
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The new ones are here with more on the way
Two more deliveries but what are the days?
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Alba’s so skinny – not eating her grain
i love her, she’s my Gal
but sometimes a pain.
in the meantime, i’m running
to get her to eat
she’s sly and she’s cunning
out-thinking her’s a feat.
Lassi will unload on April the third
on the fifth, Kona follows
we’ll give you the word.
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Thanks for the update on girls and kids
And the things algae doing and the things that she did
And we will lookforwad to April when the others arrive
And the whole gang is here and the barn is alive
And the folks up in black hoof the big amd the small
Will look in and wonder if those goats, hear them call
Are doing the things the way little goats ought to
If they’re doing their best in this world they’ve been brought to
And the April sunshine will warm up those kids
And that they will do and all that they did
Will be part of barbs job to post on the blog
After she’s back in from the barn to the trail she must jog
And keep us up to speed kids and mom wise this spring
Cause all live through those goats
On this trail baboon thing
So get your rest now barb before it’s too late
With kona and lassi kids you’ll have a full plate
Spring ti e in black hoof two thousand eleven
Will make poor barb tired but we will be in goat heaven
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I don’t know what to say
Okay, let’s have a good day
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still dark outside, adams on cd
work on the pc, oh my
blog the only bright spot on
a sad saturday
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Sorry to hear that your day may be sad
Wish it could be the best ever had
I’m going out to a farm with maple trees
It may be cold enough to make me sneeze
But with kids and a hay ride and vats of boiling sap
I plan to have fun, then come home to take a nap
Not quite in the swing to leave an open end
Can’t wait to come home and see how it all did trend
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Enjoy maple syruping on this sunny march day
With a hay ride to boot what great way to play
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wake up and write a rhyme
you can sleep some other time
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Barb in black hoof Jim and sherrilee
Were off and running with this improv merrily
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Hey don’t forget very Sherilee
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Isn’t feeling so merrily
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A sad Saturday hh how can that be
Writing a blog and sipping on my tea
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This comment is OT indeed
But forgive me,it’s about Ann Reed
Tonight if you go to
Beautiful Zumbrota
Ann and others will sing about Heros
And not about those who are nothing but zeros
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The thought is to take the rhyme off in some odd direction
Then follow that lead to continue the plot and type without direction
And the plot may twist and turn all day and the story will end up strange
About dales aunt Millie or circus clowns who live on the iron range
Just start the story down a path where it will take on a life of it own
It will twist and contort and evolve over time and the story line how it will roam
Create an improv blog topic a story line too
And run with whatever thought hits you
Then leave for the next guy a thought to think through
With a theme from a story that fits you
Some may be rhyme challenged
But that is okjust go ahead have fun and do it
The weekend will pass and the the blog will return
To dale Monday when weve gotten through it
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I think there are plenty of directions to take
and there will be more routes to follow when all are awake
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got to flee
to get strong coffee
poetry
is not for me
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program coming up too soon – no time
prose today is easier than rhyme!
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It is spring, or so my calendar says.
Back yard cardinals should be singing “What Cheer?”
But instead, given how grimly this winter stays,
They sing “WTF is going on this year?
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Those birds are observant this is a late spring
It’s cold and it’s harsh andnthe snow is the thing
That is just keeping it feeling like spring just won’t come
WTF is just how I feel I know where those cardinals come from
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Yes, Spring should have sprung now
As it had this time last year
When the green mist of tree buds
Fill us all with cheer
This late bout of winter, after all that’s come before
Is enough to make me crabby as I head out the door
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Volunteer shift – home after noon.
Catch ya later, says this baboon.
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Baboon, ex-balloon
We are radio listeners without a tune
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I have a tune but it’s in my head
I wish that bill Kling himself was feeling really poorly
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If he had a head to think with
He’d bring back Dale, surely.
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ROTFL!
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Rotfl? Clues please
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Oh geez,
tim has problems when he sees
ROTFL
Krista is not gaffe-ing
She’ Rolling On The Floor Laughing
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Oh jeez,
tim has problems when he sees
ROTFL
Krista is not gaffe-ing
She’s Rolling On The Floor Laughing
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I have to go and I will soon be on my way
I will check in again at the end of the day
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Occasional Caroline
still on the line?
Can you tell me where to find
maple syrup so fine?
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For someone who eschews the rhyme
Your little poem was just sublime!
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That really was good mig
Te words in rhyme fell
If you want to see maple syruping
Arboretum does it well
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My friend with the taps has an operation that’s small
His makes enough for his family, doesn’t sell any at all.
Tim is spot on with his recomendation
Dodge Nature Center’s another good location
No sap’s flowing now, the temp is too cold
But the warmup is coming, or so I’ve been told
A good place to buy syrup all through the year
Is the Saint Paul Farmers’ Market, so be of good cheer
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Hey, you’re pretty good with the rhymes, OC.
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I feel a pull, perhaps a nod
To take this poem someplace odd
Since tim said it need not rhyme
I leave you with
Platypus
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The platypus lives in the land down under
Its egg-laying habits often make me wonder
If this mammal’s creation was perhaps a blunder
By the guy whose voice sounds a lot like thunder
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Heard a speech two days past
creationism vs evolution with science as the mast
when all was said and done –and debate, yes indeed–
they still hadn’t explained the platypus’ need.
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Anna’s sly challenge is cause for distress
She’s wickedly smart, a cunning temptress
A sorceress conjuring puzzles to dare us
For there’s no perfect rhyme for the word platypus
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…or for orange.
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. . . or anger
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I always sub for rhino with orange
An elaborate way to toe in door hinge
Ive never tried before with anger
But perhaps I will next time in bangor
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I blog of cats and girls and snow while its raging
I speak in a panel discussion today
about mothers and aging
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My turn is here, I’m gettin taken
to birthday breakfast, gonna have some bacon
at Perkins, then who knows what’ll happen
maybe find a maple tree that’s sappin’.
Catch ya later, ‘boons!
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I missed it first time
I was looking for rhyme
Barbara has a birthday today
And the baboons have to say
happy birthday to you
HPpy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Barbara
Happy birthday to you
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Today on your birthday
May sunshine light your way
Where maple syrup flows
The bluebird of happiness surely follows!
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Hope your day is is a good one, oh dear BiR
Have a wonderful birthday, where ever you are.
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On this day of your birth
Celebrate for all you are worth
Dance, laugh, sing ’til the day is done
And be sure start to finish is fun
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A birthday shout for Barbara, at home in Robbinsdale
Feliz cumpleaños from your buddies on the Trail.
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The miracles of a smartphone are a wonder to behold.
The ability to write on a blog from a location undisclosed!
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Tell us, oh Ben, where you are riding,
where you are skulking,
where you are hiding!
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If I told you I’d have to kill you
but I had quite a view.
Heading out for the night
so will have to read by the anti-light
Anti-light? Now I’m making up words for timprovisation
Fun reading today even without manureification
There was no honeywagon for me
Just me and Kelly in the Honda CRV.
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Ben and his smartphone
in a tractor alone
The honeywagon behind him
and smells of spring to remind him…
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Is the word honeywagon
part of the Minnesota Lexicon
(No rhyme, but give me a break)
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The word honey wagon sends up a nose flag on
When they pulling this lexicon
Ideas of sex are gone
It’s a cart full of pies
That tears up the eyes
When flinging cow poo
The whole south 40 through
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Shopping with the teenager – what a horror.
Then after the torture, she wants me to pay for her!
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So stressful and uncool
But the payer is designated by the mother rule
As soon as the little one got off the plane
The mother rule sure did explain
The kid is playin’
And the mother is payin’
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You All are so cleaver, you know i’m not funnin’
but feeding time’s near and my nose is a’runnin’
so off i’ll go feeding, and haying and scratching
and aching and coughing and chasing and catching
those kiddos so cute, in my heart they’ve a spot,
if you think it’s a fib, let me tell you it’s snot.
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Lol
Excellent
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Sorry to hear that your nose is a dripper
Hope that you soon will be back to chipper
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This is Jacque
I’m now in Phoenix.
San Diego weather was wacky
San Fran was a grinch.
Can’t wait to come home
where it is cold,
but Baboon hearts are warm
and internet access is bold
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Cmon back Jacque we missed you a bunch
No rise and shine all week leaves us screwed up til lunch
San Fran is special but totally foreign
Come to swedes and cold weather familiar and boring
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Greetings!
Tis a hard road to follow all you baboons so smart,
Alas, alack — I can’t even start.
Anything I write seems shallow and silly,
Trying to merge good words willy-nilly.
So I come with good news to share,
A shining example of all things fair.
My taxes are done and filed,
After hours of cursing and being riled.
A hefty refund is on its way
So I pronounce it a *very good day.*
The sun is shining all around us,
Even on the duck-billed platypus.
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Excellent use of a platypus!
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Contests to Joanne
Contests and hooray
Te day taexes are done
Is a very good day
Its good ton have you here
On the blog today
Willy nilly is fine
Rhymes work well that way
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Spell checker doesn’t allow congrats without effort
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I’m taking a break
And shutting down power.
If you’re wondering why
Google “Earth Hour”.
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Dang, I forgot about Earth Hour.
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It’s no less apt if done alone –
You missed the hour, create your own!
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I don’t know if it would draw a crowd,
But hey, I think Dr. Seuss would be proud.
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A challenge on the Trail today
To express ourselves in verse
Made some Baboons creative
And others merely terse.
But when, as promised, later on
tim brings this to a close
We’ll rise and shine on Monday
And return to writing prose.
Of course, we’re not surrendering –
You all know that of us.
We will not rest until we rhyme
An orange platypus.
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Linda iSP – you’re really on a roll here!
What if we try this thing with a plot, as mentioned at one time. Somebody add on after me, ok?
Once upon a time there was a
Hairy beast that just went buzza…
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Hooray hooray Linda pulled it off
Got two with one fell swoop
Now if we return to the honey wagon
We can get back to cow poop
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Oops, meant to put that part here:
What if we try this thing with a plot, as mentioned at one time. Somebody add on after me, ok?
Once upon a time there was a
Hairy beast that just went buzza…
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And sent a postcard from Brazil
Where he had traveled just because a
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woman with a hat full of fruit handed him a banana which reminded him of his mother so he decided to write and tell her about
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Did anyone else on the trail write in the longest novel with the most authors that was sponsored by the Mont Blanc pen company? It was a huge bound, blank book that had been around awhile before it got here. We wrote in it at Gaviidae Common probably sometime in the early 90s. Each person was given a few minutes to review the last few entries and then write (with a wonderful Mont Blanc fountain pen, as I recall) the next few sentences of the story. It was supposed to be submitted to the Guiness Book or World Records and then placed in some museum in Europe. When you wrote, you got a pin that said, “I wrote, did you?” and a certificate the told the your author number and the page number your entry was on. I never heard anything more about it after it left Minnesota and years later emailed Mont Blanc to find out what happened to the book. The women who wrote back said that she had heard about it but didn’t know if they ever followed through and that she would look into it and get back to me. She never did. I still have the pin but I haven’t seen the certificate in years; it was probably lost in the move. I think I was something like author number 127,684.
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Maybe we won’t try to compete with that.
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Nope, I just hadn’t thought of it for a long time and your post brought it front and center; tim’s poetic challenge yesterday probably planeted the seed. By the way, yesterday was fun tim, even if it didn’t pan out quite the way I think you envisioned it. Thanks!
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Sorry tim– this group has never been very good at following directions….
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Herding cats…
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Or baboons!
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I wouldn’t trade us for a group of direction following folk
It’s been cool to see thoughts poetically
Posted then gone like smoke
If the story idea had followed as planned
We wouldn’t have had what we got
And with this group you generally get real food stuff
Some of its funny some snot
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My mothers name is Carmen he said as he flew back from rio
I came to brazil
To escape march’s chill
And to blog with the Brazilian trio
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I like hanging out with bloggers like these
Just one problem nobody writes Portugese
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whorange – an orange everyone’s had.
Baboons –
I implore you
to invent
something apt
for platypus.
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For platypus I would build
A climber set upon the hill(d)
Perhaps the swings
Would give him wings
And he could be a-thrilled
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A platapu has no objection at all
Being listed for all as a platypus
But a wussy justnhates being squealed on and labeled
By the wus squealing namers at rat-a-wuss
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I don’t see what all the fuss is
About the non-rhyming platypusses
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As Peter Sagal would say, Well Done!
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A week without Dale is over an through
We made it with the help of us all
And now return to his hands as on cue
As if he’s at our beckoned call
So enjoy your tan Dale
And get back to work
The week of vacation has past
Guest blogger weeks fun
We all do enjoy it
Now returning to normal at last
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