The Bonto is a new formal type of poetry for use on the net.
There are four lines in each poem.
Rhyming is aa bb.
Syllables: as yet undecided (5, 6 or 7)
Content:
Bill won't quit his career
More wins will come we fear
New software soon he "masters"
Success springs from disasters
© Jukka Kukkonen & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
"Come in here, have a cigar..."
"You're gonna go far!"
Hollow feelings had to die
You can make it if you try
© Jukka Kukkonen & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
For centuries people have been beguiled
By Mona Lisa's cryptic smile
She's hiding something you can bet
A secret kept is secret yet
© Mike Gregory & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
I choked on sands of the Nile
Sphinx seemed to widen its smile
Spit out sand in a sundance
Woes dissolve in abundance
© Rameses II & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Doing POs under the sun
Holiday had just begun
Heads got burnt with friendly chat
Always wear a thinking hat
© Lucas Gonzalez Santa Cruz & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Free cookies full of poems
They're Creative Team totems
The author signed web address
They'll come if invites impress
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
The cerebronauts wrote bontos
To make their brains flow
They ended up giggling
Is humour just brains wriggling?
© Michael Gintowt & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Bontos made by machine
A leap perchance to screen
Program over-reliance
There's more to art than science
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Create cannot contain
It's more than vessel, brain
Result brings no extol
Fine art requires soul
© Jim Handyside & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Quasimodo used a wok
To help iron flat his smock
All the fabric scrunches
Don't rely on hunches
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Jack, for seed, exchanged his cow
So his luck would change somehow
Grew a beanstalk from his seed
Dizzy heights reflect man's greed
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Rumplestiltskin hates his name
As his parents are to blame
Now he's changed his name to Smith
Some facts turn, in time, to myth
© Rumplestiltskin & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Rumplestiltskin felt much guilt
Lost his skin, misplaced his stilt
Drank his rum, his plea dismissed
Nought saves a reductionist
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Nebuchanezzar liked pyres
He tested faith with hot fires
Just look at Shadrach, burnt once
History's fact mixed with stunts
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Ronald McDonald went straight
He'd had enough of greasepaint
Hung up his costume and shoes
Life is enriched by new views
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Bonto's hit society
To raise notoriety
Novelty or serious?
History may query us
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Jim wore gherkins on his ears
To reduce his cult to tears
They disband (quite fickle men)
Don't get in a pickle, then!
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Bilbo danced with Gollum
To make him far less solemn
It looked more like a scrimmage
Confront life's evil image.
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Jack be nimble, Jack be sick
Jack took corners way too quick
Car then crashes - reckless deed!
Lessen waste, lessen speed
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998
Poor Miss Muffet, worried, squirmed
Nasty spider had returned
Muffet stamps upon her knoll
Step by step achieve your goal
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team
1998