A Marshmellow Peep Forsees His Death
As mentioned in my blogging on Boskone 2008, there was an amazing amount of creativity surrounding the participation of the Con guests in grinding, mashing, smashing, crushing and many other methods of disposing of marshmellow peeps imaginable. I had my physical moment of peep slaughter:java- siemens c 65
Running of the Bulls at Peepolomajava- siemens c 65
And then there was the metaphysical, in which Con attendees were invited to compose a poem, based on the writings of any well-known poet. My contribution follows based on An Irish Airman Forsees His Death:java- siemens c 65
A Marshmallow Peep Meets His Deathjava- siemens c 65by William Butler Yeats (apologies)java- siemens c 65
submitted by Bonnie-Ann Black
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I know that I shall meet my Fatejava- siemens c 65Somewhere at Boskone, the Consuite of.java- siemens c 65
Those who grind me, I do not hatejava- siemens c 65
Those who spare me, I do not love.java- siemens c 65
My country is a little packjava- siemens c 65
My country peeps chicks, ghosts & morejava- siemens c 65
No microwave end can bring them lifejava- siemens c 65
Of make them sweeter than beforejava- siemens c 65
No cheering geeks nor Weber fansjava- siemens c 65
Could save me from a gory endjava- siemens c 65
I sweetened all, brought all to mindjava- siemens c 65
A wasted Easter, the year aheadjava- siemens c 65
A wasted Christmas, the year behindjava- siemens c 65
In balance with this Con, these fans.
The rest of the wonderful, wacky and very erudite entries can be found on LiveJournal. java- siemens c 65
Although the witty Esther Friesner's contribution doesn't appear, I'm particularly fond of entries #14 and #16. I think they capture the true spirit of the enterprise.java- siemens c 65
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