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The Edward de Bono Creative Team^TMBONTOS - Volume 40

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.

My accountant's turned to drink
This (he claims) assists him think
All the sums? Inflative!
Accountants are creative!
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

My accountant cannot count
He takes drink by large amount
All the assets then inflate
Learn how to appreciate
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Tony enjoys income tax
It's accountancy's climax
His fees equal my refund
Tax is always moribund
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

My accountant cannot tell
He can't calculate that well
For assets I'm liable
Truth can be quite pliable
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

I negative-geared my car
So it would take me far
Its re-sale value was cursed
Some trends should be reversed
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Forty items leased
As business tax increased
Stupid individual!
Don't skip the residual
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

I tried to depreciate
By "Twelve of seventy-eight"
Should have been straight lined
Methods should be refined
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

I trick finance editors
Reconciling creditors
Now I'm here in prison
Cunning requires precision
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

I lost everything I own
I could not repay the loan
Interest remained ignored
Accept what you can afford
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Actuaries distract
They can't count in fact
It makes me quite suspicious
Fact is not fictitious
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Yoghurt's fed to vultures
In search of active cultures
They become unpopulous
Eat more acidophilus!
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Old man Bob was in a bind
He thought himself unrefined
Declared others more unkempt
What's familiar breeds contempt
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Publius was stuck for words
So used cartoons cut in thirds
Sudden drafts waft them about,
Mixed ideas can still work out!
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Edward Lear wrote bontos grim
As an epithet for him
Darker emphasis yet grows
Poems. Are they friends or foes?
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

I made bontos read like prose
How'd I do this? Heaven knows!
Then they sound worse, I suggest
Poetry's prose at its best!
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Thought horizons haven't stopped
All my logic bubbles popped
In the distance there's still hope
Stretch your mental telescope
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Place your wife's teeth in a cup
So they're there when she wakes up
Midnight's chime! What thirst, forsooth!
Don't get too long in the tooth.
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Yorick, most folk knew quite well,
(Horatio they couldn't tell)
My knees turn to gelatin
Don't regale a skeleton
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

Bontos now draw to a close
It's the end you might suppose
Someone's called a halt on it
Last becomes penultimate
© Steve Smith & Edward de Bono Creative Team 1999

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