For those reading this who have never heard of the OWG it’s an online writing group I was kindly invited to join several weeks ago. I met some great people there, and thought I would attempt to immortalise those I know well enough in verse. I make no apologies for the fact that some of the humour consists of ‘in jokes’, so feel free to ask them what it means on Twitter, and explore their websites to find out a little more about them.
Blame what happens below on Tammy Crosby who tried to teach me about haiku last night, but it was too complex for my little brain, and so I wrote this instead. A tribute to online friends in verse, written in a style suited to their general fun bonkers-ness. Let me know what you think, and if you’re not on the list and want to be, just let me know in the comments… I hope you enjoy it.
Online Angie is a Gothsis;
As a writer, a “romanticist”,
But in real life,
Calling her ‘nice’ causes strife,
And gets her long dark skirts in a twist.
Tammy is a tri-athlete,
She has a pair of ‘steady’ feet.
Just for you,
She’ll write some haiku,
But be careful, she’s blunt when she tweets.
There’s an excellent writer called Anne,
And for her life she has a plan;
No longer in cinematography,
She’s now drawn to the literary.
Win the Booker Prize for fiction? Yes she can.
Danni is a writer,
A Rebel, and a fighter.
When she does a flash,
There’s no exchange of cash,
But those who read it feel lighter.
There was a gentle soul called Krista,
Who’s being changed into a Goth-Sister.
She started out nice,
But is being changed in a trice,
As others seek to twist her.
There is always trouble and strife;
In Jen’s family cannibalism is rife.
For her chosen vittles,
Are other Skittles;
At week start she was Mother, and wife.
Sean is called Manbeast;
For girlies his long hair is a feast.
When nearly cut off for a dare,
All the girls cried, “No fair!”
And threatened to like him the least.
The ladies like Colin Barnes;
His tweets full of Olde English charms,
But he doesn’t ‘do it large’,
When he holidays on a barge;
And penning novels doesn’t give manly arms.
Steve’s yet to finish his first novel,
So he works hard to stay out of a hovel.
After grafting all day,
Street-fighter on Xbox he’d play;
Dreaming of pounding his boss ‘til he grovels.
When TJ writes cheeky verse,
The responses can often be terse,
“How dare you slight her,
We’ll come out and fight yer,
And send you away in a hearse.”
Silly verses by T. James, September 2011.