Monday, December 03, 2007

INTERACTIVE MONDAY: Let's All Raise Our Voices in Song


Good morning class. You did so well with your assignment last week, and Professor Junk Thief is very proud of his students. It's not too late if you didn't participate or if you just want to see the outstanding work from last week's students which is here.

You did so well with your short stories that were moving, engaging and amusing. Now as we enter the advent/Kwanzaa/Channakuh season, it's time to start stirring the egg nog and standing outside our neighbors' windows and belting out such classics as "Dancing Around My Kwanzaa Bush". But don't you sometimes get tired of those old standbys like "The Twelve Days of Ramadan" and "Here Comes Channakuh Harry"?

Why don't we have some fund and bring some new cheer to the season by composing our own lyrics to bring a new verve to the season. Feel free to have blank verse, sonnets, rap, or whatever pleases you. Don't be ashamed to write new lyrics to a familiar melody or come up with your own beats. To get you started, here are three --- count 'em three -- pieces of photographic inspiration that you can use for the cover of your 45 r.p.m. single for your holiday tune. Write about any of the three as you please, or weave a sassy ditty converging all three.

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5 Comments:

At 8:11 PM, Blogger kimy said...

too late and way too much weekend (hey whatever!) to construct any lyrics; so instead here are my associations for the three pictures:
#1 - lyrics borrowed from cabaret:

Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!
Fremde, etranger, stranger.
Gluklich zu sehen, je suis enchante,
Happy to see you, bleibe, reste, stay.
(I want to look so good at 80 - well if I make it that far....)

#2 is that a polar bear on my head or are you just happy to see me?

#3 ha ha fooled you!

are we time-tripping here, 'interactive monday'??? it's still sunday in cleveland and we're 3 hours ahead of you!! okay, what time zone are you in - peut-etre barcelona??

bises mouse

 
At 5:41 AM, Blogger Reya Mellicker said...

This is great - I'm on your wavelength! Just yesterday from out of the blue I made up some Christmas carols for some of the businesses in Barracks Row, a shopping district nearby. I'm unclear that the lyrics would translate because the songs are intended to be funny for the people who frequent these businesses ... but I love it that I'm on a wavelength with you. I feel proud!

 
At 11:12 AM, Blogger Dave said...

#1: Although the presents continued to arrive every December 25th as they always had, Christmas just never seemed quite the same once Santa shaved his beard and started asking the children to call him "Sandra."

#2: Lost in the frozen wild and faced with imminent death by hypothermia, Carl spotted the polar bear and suddenly remembered that scene from The Empire Strikes Back where Han Solo cuts open the tauntaun with a light saber and puts Luke inside the carcass' belly to keep him warm. Unfortunately, Carl didn't have anything on him sharper than a set of car keys, and the bear got away. His wife Imogene, however, had a bum hip and was easy to take down. Carl now lives with his second wife in upstate New York.

#3: This one has me stumped. I'm thinking something like that song "Oh Holy Night," Only it would be more like "Oh, Holy Crap."

 
At 1:52 PM, Blogger Ladron de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Kimy - I do believe #1 is the activities director at the Weimar Springs Retirement Center in Dusseldorf.

Reya - I agree that Barracks Row humor is pretty localized.

Dave - Do you know if that's Imogen or Carl's second wife in #2?

 
At 7:17 PM, Blogger Joy Keaton said...

I just didn't have it in me to write anything tuneful or ditty-ish, and of course, my assignment is late... um... the dog ate it and I had to rewrite it. But here it is.

#1 Myra had a dream. Nothing lofty, but it was her dream. It took seventeen cups of eggnog spiked with cyniade for Myra's husband Joe to finally kick the bucket and leave Myra heir to the Walmart fortune. This allowed her to have the liposuction she had always dreamed of that would allow her to at last live her dream of becoming an exotic dancer.

#2 Myra and Joe at the Walmart X-mas party, December 1987. Note the redness of Joe's lips, a side-effect of Myra's slow poisoning which finally did its job circa 1990.

#3 Joe in heaven where he was finally able to live his dream of becoming the new Monte Rock III. He is eternally grateful to Myra and her black-widow ways. Note Joe's simulacrum of Myra dressed as he always envisioned her.

 

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