Monday, March 7th, 2022

sake_shinigami: (and....there it is)
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"Good morning, my little poetry ducklings~ ♥!"

Shunsui had, in fact, managed to slip away to the Seireitei for the remainder of the weekend, in a rare turn of events where returning home was actually the escape from something worse than...well, being home. But there had been sake in the Seireitei, which made the fact that there was also work in the Seireitei more than worth it, especially since there was also beer and whiskey and other forms of wine at his behest, as well, and drinking companions who had been more than happy to remind him of that fact.

And he had definitely confirmed that the island's little alcohol issue was indeed remedied before making his return, and now sat as pleased and in a mild state of inebriation as ever in the classroom, though for now, of course, he would be only drinking and sharing this week's tea.

"Today, I thought we'd delve into something a little lighter on the side of poetry, something a bit whimsical and amusing but also probably deceptively difficult to actually create, and that is none other than the limerick ♥. Now, a limerick is a rather short poem that consists of but one mere stanza, and the idea is to make that stanza count within its very direct structure within just five lines, that follow an AABBA rhyme scheme ♥. Just as the poem itself is short and quippy, so is it's subject matter, meant to be a humorous or amusing format rather than somehting as dramatic or moving as some of the other forms we've discussed thus far ♥.

"Due to their simplistic nature, they often work their way into children's nursery rhymes: Hickory Dickory Dock, for exampe, is a rather iconic example of a limerick, but on the converse side, they also lend themselves very easily to raucous or bawdy varietys, and anyone familiar with this side of the style will surely have a story or two to tell about a man from Nantucket, which I would rather like to share with you, ducklings, but we are in a classroom setting ♥.

"Instead, I have once again availed myself to the copious amounts of printing available to us and put together a compelation of limericks for you to peruse and enjoy, ducklings ♥. Have a look, see if there's any that strike your fancy that you'd like to share and perhaps discuss what makes it work, and then you'll be tasked to work on your very own for the remainder of the time, and hopefully get the chance to share those. Any questions before we begin ♥?"
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[personal profile] tellmehowstuffworks
The only reason Yennefer was not monstrously hungover for today's class was, well, magic. Also, that insulated travel cup on her desk definitely did not contain coffee, but what the students didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

"Your king has decided he needs a legacy," Yennefer drawled. "Something worth remembering. So he's going to rebuild the empire of old that collapsed several generations ago, starting with invading the neighbors, who surely still consider themselves to be citizens of...whatever this country is called," shit, she'd forgotten to name it. Or the king, for that matter, "and definitely not their own separate political entity with their own language, laws, customs, so on and so forth. Except of course, they don't. How shall you proceed?"
throughaphase: (going over there now)
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The first thing the students would notice today was the insane number of helium balloons that had floated up to the ceiling, reachable by strings attached to them. And in front of them, next to Kitty, was a completely fake but realistic four-year-old who looked absolutely nothing like Lexi on purpose.

"You'll see sometimes on TV or movies or cartoons that helium balloons can carry a person away," Kitty said. "This here is little Mary. She is simulated. Which is the only reason we're gonna try and see if balloons will lift her up. Mary is 40 pounds, and you get to try and lift her up. Through any methods you can come up with, as long as the balloons are doing the real work."
jedigrammarians: (Aphra: drowning  my sorrows)
[personal profile] jedigrammarians
"You didn't get eaten last class, yay," said your teacher who wasn't at all hungover this morning, back in the Danger Shop. "So, you just continue doing that. Quietly."

There was nothing in the Danger Shop that could eat them.

OR WAS THERE?

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