Topic: Write yourself an ode.

[Burnam Wood]

Come on, do it, all of ya's!

An Ode to Jack by Jack

Your spine curves into itself like an ampersand, and your teeth fall into seven perfect rows. Your head has no holes, and your heart is made of glass. A riddle was written about you, and this is it.

[Hannahbal]

There once was a girl named Hannah. Like a gangster she owned many bandanas. She popped the caps and rhymed the raps not unlike a popstar from Montana.

Wow that sucked!

[Burnam Wood]

It rhymed, which is more than I can say for mined.

[VulturEMaN]

My name right now is Mike.
I am no longer a tyke.
I will grow old and catch a cold
on a rainy saturday night.

to the tune of hickory dickory dock

[Scilla]

I am a girl named Priscilla
I only like coffee that is french vanilla




: ( I wish I was good at poetry.

[Patback399]

Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
For I have loved you well and long
Delighting in your company

[aara34]

Ode to Me

As I stand here at my Job
Helping huge messy slobs
I suddenly knew that Timbuktu
Is were I lost my Shoe

[Elizabeth Rose]

Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
For I have loved you well and long
Delighting in your company

Cheater.

[telephony]

I can't think up an ode to myself, but I did write an "Ode to Missy" (a pet rat I had some years back):

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An Ode to Missy.

Rattus norwiegicus is your taxonomic nomenclature.
An endothermic quadraped, seminocturnal by nature.
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your recreational skills and natural defenses.

I find myself intrigued by your dental bruxations
A singular development of rattal communications.
This obviates your basic sedentary quiescention
For this is how you demonstrate affection.

Tree embryos & yogurt are quite essential for your viscerence.
You would not be so motile if you lack their succulence.
And when not curled up being nocturnal in your quarters,
Captive vegetation falls and insulators become martyrs.

O Missy, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Missy, and do not comprehend,
I none the less consider you a true and valued friend.
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The observant among you might notice that this is very similar to "Ode to Spot" as spoken by Data on Star Trek: The Next Generation. And you'd indeed be correct in assuming that I adapted the text to my pet rat.