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BONTOS - Volume 39


There are specific forms of poetry like Limericks, Haiku and the Malaysian Pantun. Each of these have a very formal structure as to number of lines, meter, syllables etc. The meaning is often also tightly prescribed - especially the Pantun.

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:

  • First line: sets out some extraordinary behaviour. The more bizarre the better.
  • Second line: gives the explanation for the bizarre behaviour.
  • Third line: gives the result or outcome of the behaviour.
  • Fourth line: provides some "philosophical" reflection on life in general but arising from the situation.

    • I ripped my wife's knickers off
    They were causing me to cough
    People thought it was a lark
    Never get dressed in the dark
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Tether teachers to a train
    Forcing them to use their brain
    They escape - it's not for nought!
    Try improve your train of thought
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Architects should be confined
    To endure what they've designed
    Occupants are somewhat owed
    Stamp your name on your abode
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Into blender, goldfish tips
    For impromptu seafood dips
    Guests show incredulity
    Beasts deserve no cruelty
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Fill your suit with rubber balls
    To bounce back straight after falls
    Rebound with resilience
    Balance tempers brilliance
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Darwinian selection
    To evolve perfection
    Unsure of results
    Breeding breeds in faults
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Systems will control themselves
    Thanks to cybernetic elves
    Sealed in cabinets with locks
    Try to think outside the box
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    I eat fifteen meals a day
    To keep hunger well at bay
    Now I cannot reach the plate
    Systems may self-regulate
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    I amassed some Laffer curves
    To reveal what each observes
    None and lots were not that great
    Indulge, but be moderate
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    I rode up an ogive hill
    To prove I could do it still
    It got hard 'bout half way through
    Things get easier to do
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    I threw my PC away
    To solve bugs like Y2K
    Life post PC's not that bad
    Joy is pencils and a pad
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    I fed beavers styrofoam
    So they'd have a floating home
    Now their houseboat is a cram
    As I think, therefore, I dam
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    I wear watches left unwound
    To avoid that ticking sound
    Twice a day their time's precise
    Don't get wound up, ask advice
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Michaelangelo chipped rock
    To leave David in a frock
    David stood agasp in shock
    It won't pay to do your block
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Adam rushed into the loo
    To escape the serpent's view
    Serpent finds him insdisposed
    Some sins can't be diagnosed
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Adam, frozen in relief
    Serpent in the loo caused grief
    Could not stand, but could not sit
    Brevity's the art of wit
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Adam rushed into the loo
    To escape the serpent's view
    Serpent finds him minus leaf
    Sometimes timing can cause grief
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Adam, counting, takes a peek
    He was playing hide and seek
    This made snake much madder
    Never trust an adder
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    I removed my leg by chance
    So I wouldn't have to dance
    But my partner wouldn't stop
    Never get caught on the hop
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

    Lay in gelatine and cream
    So you'll sleep, perchance, to dream
    Sponge cake makes it stifling,
    Don't resort to trifling
    © Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

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