Help Me Rondel

Remembering Rondel

When rondel form was brought to mind
By a swell pal I have never met
Ideas reveal as paths unwind
In structured verse of rhyming set

A crossword puzzle wrought unlined
Where clues are thoughts consciously whet
When rondel form was brought to mind
By a swell pal I have never met

Let verbal timbre such designed
Clear my head of confessions yet
For which I hold me in her debt
And let remind me of this kind
When rondel form was brought to mind
By a swell pal I have never met



Jellyfinger Redemption
(This rondel will make more sense if you view this when reading)

Tempting fate in a prostrate squat
Ass exposed to Jellyfinger
From cradle to my present lot
Times have brought me here to linger

While drink and smoke prepare my plot
Echos of a mammonth singer
Tempting fate in prostrate squat
Ass exposed to Jellyfinger

For days of health attend me not
I deserve this tolling ringer
Use of spoon or knuckled stinger
The Shaman's tool inspects my rot
Tempting fate in a prostrate squat
Ass exposed to Jellyfinger



Sonnet of Leper Pop (Stile Italiano)

One summer stretch not yet the dog
Xavier dared in excess rock
Reflections railed in rants of mock
Thereon taking form of blog

Opines fierce in rubble fog
Culling rouse in fervent flock
As they hoped to catch a pock
Like I Digress and Furry Frog

Though passion fixed on blond blue eyes
Some remained when the show declined
To inspire discourse if not sop
Incessant conceits eager to find
More enchanting eyes to entice the spies
Intent on reading leper pop



And a cinquain for the road...

Frewbud
Drudgery flume
Nosebreaths chew cud
Pathos etched by doom
Frewbud

Leper Pop Contest of the Day!

Note: this contest is over. Read below for amusement purposes only.

We all want to win a brand spanking new Leper Pop t-shirt, don't we? Well, pretend that you do.

To enter our fabulous contest, examine the picture above for a while. Try not to puke. Then, in your best English, write a story about the picture and email it to leperpop@yahoo.com. Be as short or as long winded as you feel necessary. The important thing is that our television is broken, and we need entertainment.

The best story submitted, as judged by Sid F'er, Moist Rub and Captain Break-It, will win a brand spanking new Leper Pop t-shirt**, as made famous by Marty Casey of Marty Casey and the Lovehammers.



(Don't write about Marty unless you incorporate him into the story that goes along with the picture at the top of this post. Who knows, he may have been the patient right before this one.)

We reserve the right to post any story sent to us. If it's really good, we may even claim it as our own. However, we won't post your name unless you say it's cool to do so. If not, we'll make up a name for you, like Flippa Carover.

Contest deadline: sometime later in the future, or when we get tired of reading the millions of entries.

Be sure to read the other rules from our lawyers in the fine print below.











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** We have a limited number of sizes. We'll try to give you one that fits, but you may have to either lose some weight or start lifting weights to fit into it.