Derrick challenged me to write a post on the meaning of life in 42 words. In accepting his challenge I have added a new level of difficulty and done it in the style of the well-known poet Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings, reputedly the worst poet in the Universe. I have to say, in her defence, that I’m not sure this fair, but the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy was written before internet poetry blogs caught on. Anyway, read my homage before judging who is worse.
A big introduction and . . .
nothing.A bit like retirement
or clicking the link to see
what the man found in his back gardenAt the end,
the bucket list, a dolphin and a dead swan.On the list
Item number forty two . . .
Yes, that does it. Could be better, could be worse. Anyone else fancy a go?
Sunset, Notts
Good job, Simon. After today, I might have one myself. 🙂
🙂 Glad to be back writing.
Very well done. I’m pleased you ran with it
It seemed to be too good to ignore. It’s time I got writing again. 🙂
Being born the start, dying the end, in the middle a great deal of confusion is sometimes passed off as life and sometimes just feels like preparation for the end. A lot of effort is spent trying to make it mean something.
An elegant summation in 42 words. Excellent! 🙂