Took me a while to figure out what I wanted my central concept to be. At first, I thought of going along the lines of "Froggy went a-courting," But really, that's been so done (someone over at Mudcat counted 300 different versions, and then gave up).
So in the end, I decided to do something with the Man in the Moon -- literature's first whacky alien: long before Mork, or ol' Teeth n' Curls. I just needed a Plot!Device to get him down from the moon, so that hilarity on Earth could ensue. So I decided to take away his claret.
This is what I've got so far:
I'd like the "Wonders" to be something along the "missing commas" nursery rhyme; I'm thinking of changing the wording from "I saw a" to "There was a," which, I think, would fix the grammatical wrongness. The challenge is, now, to come up with odd pairings that rhyme and fit the meter... That should be at least as good as counting sheep, when insomnia hits.
And then I have to decide if he raids a stash of someone else's claret, or decides to go sober, or to switch to cider and brandy, as has been suggested.
So in the end, I decided to do something with the Man in the Moon -- literature's first whacky alien: long before Mork, or ol' Teeth n' Curls. I just needed a Plot!Device to get him down from the moon, so that hilarity on Earth could ensue. So I decided to take away his claret.
This is what I've got so far:
Oh, the Man in the Moon,
he went in-to a swoon
For his cel-lar was emp-ty of cla-ret
'Til he looked to the Earth,
And saw won-der and mirth
And he thought to him-self: "Why not try it?"
So he then did des-cend
on the tail of the wind
And both hi-ther and yon he did saun-ter.
And it o-pened his eyes
for he was quite sur-prised
by the strange and fan-tas-tic-al won-ders.
I'd like the "Wonders" to be something along the "missing commas" nursery rhyme; I'm thinking of changing the wording from "I saw a" to "There was a," which, I think, would fix the grammatical wrongness. The challenge is, now, to come up with odd pairings that rhyme and fit the meter... That should be at least as good as counting sheep, when insomnia hits.
And then I have to decide if he raids a stash of someone else's claret, or decides to go sober, or to switch to cider and brandy, as has been suggested.
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Date: 2008-02-17 03:17 am (UTC)...I've already failed at the sheep's head/carrot icon...
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Date: 2008-02-17 10:33 pm (UTC)Maybe I'll try it next year with other people, if I can hook up folks who can actually sing and/or play an instrument.
But with Novel writing in November, Script-writing in April, and Art-making in August, having something swallow my February, too, would probably be a little overwhelming...