Reindeer Games
Tuesday, December 15th, 2009|
IMDB rating: 5.30 Plot: After being imprisoned for six years on a grand theft auto charge, Rudy Duncan (Ben Affleck) and his cellmate Nick (James Frain) are finally going to be paroled. After hearing endless stories during his incarceration of Nick’s romantic correspondence to a woman named Ashley he has never met (Charlize Theron), Rudy is looking forward to returning to his family and having a fresh cup of hot chocolate. When Nick is killed during a prison riot, Rudy decides to assume Nick’s identity upon release from prison and meet up with the unknown woman. Burdened with a base knowledge of Nick’s Indian casino employment past, Rudy finds himself in too deep with Ashley’s brother Gabriel (Gary Sinise) and is violently forced to cooperate with a casino robbery that Gabriel and his gang have been planning with Nick in mind. |
Actors: Sinise Gary,Affleck Ben,Logue Donal,Farina Dennis,Frain James,Trejo Danny,Hayes Isaac,Tootoosis Gordon,Stubblefield Dana,Williams III Clarence,Acheson Mark,Heaton Tom,Sunczyk Michael,Arthurs Douglas,Action,Crime,Drama,Thriller,
A poem in spastambic fartameter (74 frigging lines! Sheesh)?
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I need to write a bit about my complicated summer
We stayed out on some farm in Iowa - bummer
The hay was high as an elephant’s eye
The corn was as thick as Hammerstein’s thigh
We stayed on a farm - bummer
I’ll tell you about my summer
There was a Such, back of the yard a piece
It sat like a scarecrow and scared all the geese
The hay was as slick as Roger’s lies
The corn was higher than elephant eyes
I was supposed to have my summer vacation
I greeted the day with such elation
But the cows just mooed, and my mood just lowed
Or the cows just lowed, and my lawn got mowed
I’ll tell you simply about my bummer
We stayed on an Iowa farm summer
The moon was full and the corn was high
And soft clouds filtered the starry sky
The pigs were happy and so were we
As happy as bored teenagers can be
For the cows, their mood was touch and go
But the fields at night had a starry glow
Soft clouds silently flitted by
As the corn waved at the moon so high
I greeted the night with much jubilation
Tomorrow’s work, another situation
Such like a scarecrow it scared the crows
Was that what’sit in the back -Nobody knows
Figuring it out was an awful bummer
That beautiful crazy Iowa summer
Here’s where the tale starts to sound the same
The chicken are sated, the turkey’s still game
It’s odd to divide a stanza by seven
Spastambic fartameter is very strange
theres more to a puzzle than just it’s name
Thirty seven lines and you’re half-way home
Don’t bother to read the rest of the poem
Don’t bother to read the rest of the poem
Thirty nine lines and you’re likely to roam
It’s odd when stanzas divide by eleven
theres less to the puzzle than just what seems
Spastambic fartameter, the verse of dreams
The turkey is stuffed, but the reindeer are game
74 lines start to all sound the same
That beautiful crazy Iowa summer
Figuring it out was an awful bummer
Was that what’sit in the back -who cares?
As long as it sits like a lump and scares
Tomorrow’s work, fraught with trepidation
We greet the pillow, no hesitation
As the corn waves in our silent dreams
And clouds mask o’er whatever seems
But the fields at night had a moony glow
And the sound of the cows, was sweet and low
As happy as any bored lad could be
I fed the pigs and climbed a tree
And hung my legs over naught but sky
Even corn could not quiver so much as I
We stayed on that farm in Iowa all summer
It’s complicated, but on I lumber
the the cows milk flows, and the wild bird crows
Time just simmered, then wore out, then froze
The days went on without salvation
That’s how I spent my summer vacation
That thing called a Such was in the back of the yard
It did not work, but it’s stillness was hard
The grass was as slick as Roger’s lines
The wheat was straighter than elephants’ spines
The hay was high as an elephant’s eye
The corn was as thick as Hammerstein’s thigh
I need to wrap up my complicated yarn
We stayed on the farm and slept in the barn
We stayed out on some farm, an Iowa farm
I hope I have brought your ears no harm.
Kristine, I’ll take the trees and leave you the nutts. You seem to have covered them adequately.
WInner!
Thanks.
I enjoyed it.
| Sep 08, 2009
I did read it all the way through you know..
…. spasmastic.. octometer? farctometer..
It is all I expected and then some….
waiting for Iano now.. to christen it.
Baby's blues rock! | Sep 08, 2009
O M G !!!!! I love this
I am amazed!
I thought spastambic fartameter had 5 beats—my bad!
this is good! Buk should love it.
nice tale you have told but what in the heck is that
SUCH?
(dang! you did write 74 lines –about I O W A! giggles)
Giggles | Sep 08, 2009
I’m impressed.
But I think you forgot to mention one of the more important activities of the summer.
You’ll have to read my answer on Buk’s question.
Kristine | Sep 08, 2009
The hay was high as an elephant’s eye
The corn was as thick as Hammerstein’s thigh
LOL nice! I love that song, it’s a classic.
Kirby | Sep 08, 2009
You GENIUS! FREAKING FABULOUS! Laughed at every… Ah, crap! Rhymers don’t type sowell when they’re laughing! STAR FER YA HH
bobby's girl | Sep 08, 2009
I love it and I’m sure Buk will too, it really is extremely clever.
Yvonne N | Sep 08, 2009
I can’t believe I read the whole thing…and smiled! Actually this was very entertaining. I like it. =)
Sin | Sep 08, 2009
the only harm……
…….to my ears…
…is the mooing of the d@mn cow….
Mek & the INFINITE Madness | Sep 08, 2009
your best effort here…BRAVO
(maybe you can help with mine….it’s in petrified sploogameter)
hp…where I belong | Sep 08, 2009
There’s a good Bennett Cerf style poem in there, maybe 40 lines long. All the self-referencing stuff about the poem itself and the farts must go, it’s not funny, just crude and a waste of the reader’s time.
But the poem has some lovely humorous twists, and the versifying ain’t Robert Service, but it ain’t chopped liver either.
Cut it down by 40%.
Keep at poetry.
You’ve got a piece of the right stuff.
You need a final filter.
I guess that’s why you came to me, right?
Well, that’s alright then.
dolphin314etc | Sep 08, 2009
well I waited for an answer and he answered me not
so Im off to the wild side to see what I can see
anyway told you we were perfect for each other
i know you listened but did you hear?
me say I love you.
Elisheba | Sep 08, 2009
I prevented any harm to my ears by reading this silently, to myself.
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