Writing and Reading

I hear the crickets from the planet Stump chirping away after so much time passing from my last Grammar Riddle. And not one answer. You are all stumped. Ha.

Here, my friends, is the answer:

The aaaaaaaanswer iiiiiiiisssss……

AN ALEXANDRINE

And what is an ‘alexandrine’, you ask? It’s a line of poetry with 12 syllables, or to be more specific, six beats. Iambic hexameter would be an example of an alexandrine.

Soooooooooooooo are you ready for your next riddle, my friends? I promise I’ll go easy on you this time….

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I live on a planet where ghouls are girls, feathers are firearms, balls are blood clots and moons are giant pies of massive moldy swiss cheese. However, I am not like everyone. I am everyone.

What am I?

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I await your answers, readers. Show me what you got. Remember–the answer is a literary device of some kind. Think about it.

Listen up, people. Roll your windows down, take a ride down that long winding road, feel the breeze on your face. Smoke a cig. Put on your shades. Push the seat back just a little, letting your arms stretch as you glide down the road, hands soft on the wheel–

And let me whisk ya away, baby–

Yeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah….

The Wretched Writer wants to share with you a tune he likes to listen to when he’s immersed in one of his sweeping narratives. You know, the kind of narrative that makes you feel like you’re floating–the kind of narrative where the words are like rain, their sounds tickle your ears and make you smile. Like poetry. Mmmmmmmmm…. Baby….

We’ve got Peter Gabriel comin’ your way, baby…in….

Short post here, but very relevant:

You know what I love about poetry? You can write a poem about pissing pickle juice and have it mean something completely different .

TACO SUPREME.