Friday, November 1, 2013
I was recently tagged by the fabulous Buffy Silverman for a Mortimer Minute post. After hitting the bunny snooze alarm a few times, here goes with my (overdue) Mortimer Minute!
Mortimer: Are you aware that this post is two weeks overdue?
Debbie: Does that count as my first question?
Mortimer: Do you always answer questions with questions? (sigh) (hop) To answer your question, No. Now please leave the questions to me. And your first question is.... Are you a poet?
Debbie: I think of myself as someone who is interested in poetry, and someone who enjoys poetry, and someone who likes to write stories in rhyme, but "poet" is still something I aspire to rather than embody. Being a poet is, I believe, not so much a condition as a work in progress. So I figure I'm a very early draft of a poet. Maybe someday.
Mortimer: A poem you wish you'd written?
Debbie: Probably if you asked this question of me a thousand times, you'd get a thousand different answers. But today I'll pick something from the category of short, fun, funny, and memorable, and go with Richard Armour's poem about ketchup: Shake and shake / the catsup bottle / first none'll come / and then a lot'll. (Note: The poem has several slight variations ((and I personally prefer the rhythm of "first a little" which is often substituted in line three)), and it is frequently attributed to Ogden Nash; but I believe Richard Armour is the original author of it? If you know otherwise, let me know.)
Mortimer: Favorite resource for writing in rhyme?
Debbie: Sue Young's The New Comprehensive American Rhyming Dictionary.
Mortimer: Anything else you'd like us to know?
Debbie: Isn't that your fifth question?
Mortimer: Do you really think bunnies know how to count?
Debbie: Do I really think bunnies know how to talk?
Mortimer: I think what you meant to say was, "Thanks for the interview, Mortimer."
Debbie: Thanks for the interview, Mortimer!
Mortimer: You're welcome. Now go work on that poet draft of yours.
Debbie: Will do. (Hops away to resume reading Stephen Fry's The Ode Less Travelled.) Bye Mortimer! Catch you around!
hop, hop, hop