... to write a poem and post it on your blog. Because life sucks, and this is how we will wither what little youthful creative spirit we have left. Or you know, this is just for fun. So - all those who read this, I challenge you to write a poem (or a song/parody of a song/rap/other piece of creative expression) in response/that encapsulates your unique experience of life/of something random.

There are either no winners or we are all winners, and we are all rewarded by each other's poems. So, I hope you're as creative as I think you are! Lame I may be, but the ocean of time stretches ahead of me these holidays, as it does for you.

To start, here is my entry:

Why I Chucked My Bed in the Washing Machine and Realised How Sad My Life Was While It Was Drying

Little bug, you're such a pest
Your little claws, I do detest
They scratch up volcanic hills
Erupting the itches, my skin feels

Where are you? I know you're there
A spot on my bed - I don't know where
I'll claw off my sheets - boil it all
So long as no itches I will befall

But it's not you that's wrong
Alas, it's been me all along
Who cares about itches?
Scratches?
And spots?
I waste myself here
While the world rots

You know you're sad
When you rhythm's this bad
And you can't seem to stop
Oh no, what rhymes with stop?

This can't be the end
I'm not done - freaking my friends!
Rhyming dictionary, look up "stop"!
Loading so slow - it goes:
Drop
Chop
Crop (yes I should)
Non stop (yes this is)
Florist shop
Traffic cop
Japanese hop?

What is all this nonsense?
It's a poetic offense!
Oh! now - have you wasted your time?
I hope you have, cos I've wasted mine