In an age where amusement park rides (“Pirates of Caribbean”) and board games (“Clue”) can become movies, comic strips (Lil’ Orphan Annie) become Broadway musicals, books (“Gone Girl”) become cinema thrillers, and novels become a controversial Netflix television series (“13 Reasons Why”) I’ve decided WHY STOP THERE?
Songs Becoming News Stories!
(Billy Joel’s “Piano Man”)
In a New York bar on a Saturday night as the regular crowd shuffled in, many patrons allegedly inundated a helpless pianist with random musical requests. Some were sad, some were sweet, and some were incomplete as people struggled with their memories, substituting “La la la, di da da La la, di da da da dum” for actual lyrics. Even the bartender, who was identified only as John (and who gave free drinks, was quick with a joke or to light up a smoke) seemed to hold the compassionate piano player accountable for his own unhappiness and the fact that he couldn’t break free from the nightclub to become a movie star. “Bill, I believe this is killing me,” he was quoted as saying. Other innocent bystanders included a real estate novelist, a waitress practicing politics, and some businessmen slowly getting stoned. One witness claimed the piano sounded like a carnival and the microphone smelled like a beer, but this could not be substantiated. In fact many customers ordered the drink special of the night, called “Loneliness” and this seemed to evoke a common sentiment that if the pianist would only sing them the right kind of song with a melody that they were in the mood for, then everyone would be feeling alright. The manager finally appeared and gave a smile, aware that it was his establishment that helped everyone forget about life for a while. It was unknown whether the Piano Man later sought therapy for the pressure he felt during this incident.
Recipes Becoming Poetry!
(Toll House Chocolate Chip Cookies)
Baking time will be less than a half hour at 350 oven power
First grab 1 tsp salt, baking soda, and 2 1/4 cups flour,
Add in 3/4 cup sugar, 2 eggs, and be sure it’s 1 cup butter
You’ll be dropping by spoonfuls, no need for cookie cutter!
Don’t overbake, you want them soft and chewy to the lips,
And they won’t taste right if you don’t add chocolate chips!
Poetry Becoming Dog Tags!
If you’re reading this, it means I’m lost.
Maybe there’s a street I shouldn’t have crossed.
But the worst is over ‘cuz now I’ve been found. . .
And you’ve saved me from ending up in the pound.
So pick up the phone and give my owner a holler
And tell them you read this rhyme on my collar!”
Lyrics Becoming Essays!
(Katy Perry’s “Firework” – Graded by Little Miss Menopause)
Kati Perry “Firework”
8th Grade/Eng Comp 101/Period 4
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?(Careful beginning any persuasive essay with a question — if the answer is “No” you’ve just lost your reader.)
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin like a house of cards, (archaic phrase, nobody knows what this is except for the popular TV show.) one blow from caving in? (overly dramatic, credibility?)
Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under? Screams, but no one seems to hear a thing. (morbid tone, not in keeping with rest of your paper, Ms. Perry)
Do you know that there’s still a chance for you ’cause (you must type out ‘because’ in formal essays) there’s a spark in you. (more supporting evidence needed) You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine, just own the night like the Fourth of July. (awkward sentence structure!)
‘Cause baby you’re a firework, come on show ’em what your (you’re) worth. Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh!” (use proper dialoguing format here.) As you shoot across the sky-y-y. (cliche) Baby you’re a firework. (cite your source) Come on let your colors burst! Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh!” (Choppy!) You’re gonna leave ’em fallin’ down down down.
Boom, boom, boom even brighter than the moon, moon, moon. It’s always been inside of you, you, you
And now it’s time to let it through. You’re gonna leave ’em fallin’ down down down. Boom, boom, boom. Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon. Boom, boom, boom. Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon. Etc, etc.
(D+ You tried Katy, and this is a much better effort than your “I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It” term paper, but your closing argument paragraph is redundant, nonsensical, and frankly better suited for a song lyric. I’m recommending you repeat English Comp 101.)
Movie Dialogue Becoming Resumes
Skills and Experience:
- Phoning Home
- Building it so they will come
- Showing the Money
- Looking at you, Kid
- Rounding up the usual suspects
- Putting my lips together and whistling
- Seeing dead people
- Depending on the kindness of strangers
- Never using wire hangers. EVER!
- Martini making, shaken not stirred
- Making your day
- Keeping the force with you
- Not putting babies in corners
- Not giving a damn, but in a very frank way
Readers, join me in the fun of mixing and matching our crazy media! Why not leave me a comment with your own creative blend?
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Oh that’s super clever! Unfortunately I can’t brain today! But loved it!!!
Thank you so much! I’m always honored when you pay a visit! Stephanie
Brilliant! Absolutely loved it. An attempt at converting news into poetry.
As part of its new Asia strategy, Southeastern European country of Romania will be looking at more trade engagement in travel and tourism with Indian travel trade in coming years to promote their destinations. As part of their Asia strategy, Romania has set up a representative office in Beijing in China recently.
Setting up office in Beijing
Romania looks to be the Asian king
Promoting a destination is more than just marketing
In the end, it’s all about making hearts sing
So funny! You are very clever!
Thanks so much Debbie, it was fun!
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I think that could be any CheeseBergens song… but I’d love to read your take on it!
How about a CheeseBergen song turned into a break-up letter or a divorce decree? Or a dating profile turned into s CheeseBergen song?? There’s some prompts for ya!
Whaaaat? Think I’ll ponder this one while meandering down a yellow brick road. I’ll be back…
Lol, I’m counting on your creative return!