Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Poetry from the TGV

I think it was Christmas 2001 that I went to France for the wedding of two friends. One of my colleagues and I were taking the TGV from Grenoble to Paris. We kind of clashed a bit because she was a little demanding, but we found an activity to entertain each other on the train that wouldn't cause me to want to smack her: crazy poetry.

These last few days, I've been going through all of my stuff because I'm moving to Salt Lake City this weekend. No big deal. And I found a paper that I wrote some of my TGV poetry on. We made up themes for each poem; I can't remember what they were, but there was some method to our madness. So without further ado, I give you Poetry from the TGV.

High-speed Train
Here I go
Fast, fast, fast
Like your mom
Through a box of doughnuts.

I love the train,
It's like lightning.
Vanilla Ice,
That punk's so frightening!

The high-speed train
Ça ne prend que des heures
Pour aller quelque part.
C'est facile comme bonjour.

The Birch
A tree
So free
From sun
From rain
Chopped down
Wood planks
Add wheels

I never said it was good poetry, but they make me laugh nonetheless. "C'est facile comme bonjour" (It's as easy as Bonjour.) is a shout-out to my favorite French professor at BYU. My colleague and I worked for her and had recently taken her phonetics course. The phrase was always fresh in our minds.

Please, be as silly as you want and leave a haiku in the comments.

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