The NCiR’ Pre-Holiday Shout-Out
Esteemed Punsters and Rhymologists!
Is it just me, or is writing titles really hard? I admit I waffled and dithered quite a bit over the subject line of this newsletter.
Do I go for clickbait-y or sincere? Simple or elaborate? Are two hyphenated words too many? Do I capitalize ‘Out’ in ‘Shout-Out’? (Answer: yes, because it’s an adverb, not a preposition)
Do I make it rhyme, since that’s kind of our thing?
Before I digress too much, let me bring this back to my original intent — an end-of-year note to our anapestic assemblage, our poetic posse. (was that too wordy, Shira? ; )
Allow me to highlight some Christmas and New Year-themed pieces plucked from our archives of the past two and a half years. They illustrate the amazing well of creativity that springs from the bedrock of edgy, humorous poetry. I hope these will inspire some more submissions in the same vein — starting with this booze-laden rhyme from our newest contributor, Shereen:
A signature piece by Editor Laura that straddles the genres of romance, humor and horror as well as the holidays:
A day-after romp and celebration of family, from Bebe, in the proud NCiR’ tradition of paying satirical homage to the classics:
An impressive flight of limericks from Editor Harper:
A New Year: A New Hope
Confetti falling on empty streets, parade of Ghosts from infected sheets.
What would the holidays be without a Rudolph send-up, courtesy of one of our most prolific writers, Bill a.k.a. Speaking Fiction:
Christmas Almost Wasn’t Going To Happen This Year
(But It Will, Thanks To Coach Rudolph, That Crafty Reindeer)
I love learning new words, and thanks to Editor Mary we’ve all been gifted with the German equivalent of “bagpipe” — you are excused if that wasn’t your first guess.
And finally, a poem of my own that combines my two passions — rhyming and translation. I worked out this piece while on our family ski trip to to the Catskills last Christmas …