What, besides tolerable, would Weekend be without our Annual “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Poetry” Slam. The winner (chosen in theory by the audience but in effect by the cocktail bar) is wreathed with honor as Malvolian of the Year and earns a minimally interesting gift award at best.
Any form of poetry is acceptable, though the Homeric Epic has never been a big hit. One may wish to study previous entries for inspiration, or perhaps as a form of aversion therapy. Among favorite forms for Weekenders have been:
The Haiku. Three lines (5 syllables, then 7, then 5 again) with no need to rhyme. See Weekender Alex’s entry in the title above. The last line is often zany. Experts say a haiku should show rather than tell, whatever that means. Special credit is typically awarded for a Bryku, which, of course, is one that makes some reference to Weekender Bryan.
The Fibonacci. (tip of the porkpie to Kurt): Number of syllables per line as follows: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, etc. (if you need to know any more beyond that, you should probably consult either a math textbook or the expiration date on your medication bottle).
The Elizabethan Sonnet. Written in iambic pentameter, the rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g. The last two lines are known as a couplet and often act as a summation or conclusion, though just as likely they were slapped on at the last minute.
From Deb: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html
Limericks anyone?