I went snow tubing on a hill,
with such a bang.
The slipping swoosh, a winter thrill!
I ran and sprang
to win a speed race with the kids,
as tubes are lacking any skids
one needs some force, to impress gang
with such a bang.
I summoned up my massive will,
without a pang.
I ran full speed with all my skill,
and as I hang,
that tube took off, while stranding me.
My belly flopped indignantly,
I heard ribs crack above harangue,
with such a bang.
Oof!
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Author Notes
Winter sports have their hazards. Sometimes your ride can get away from you, as this photo shows. It happened to me. I cracked my ribs one year snow tubing. I wanted to get a running jump start while racing my daughter down the hill. I set the tube down and backed up a few paces. Then ran as fast as I could and leaped into the air. But as I launched into the air, the tube went down the hill without me. I did a massive belly-flop on the hardpack snow at the top of the hill. It must have been quite a sight, as I laid there groaning while everybody else laughed their heads off. I tried to convey that event here. It hurt to laugh about it for several weeks.
This poem is an Octogram.
The Octogram is a style of poetry invented by Fanstorian Sally Yocom (S.Yocom). It consists of two stanzas of eight lines each, with a very specific syllable count and rhyme scheme.
Syllable count is 84848884, repeat on second stanza.
Rhyme scheme:ABabccbB ababddbB, where B repeats same text.
For this poem I changed it to ABabccbB ababddAB.
No more than 16 lines.
The tempo is tetrameter on the 8 count line, and dimeter on the 4 count line, but not necessarily iambic.
I took this photograph in December of 2012.
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