Friday, June 19, 2009

A Poetic Biography Of Dante Alighieri



In twelfth century Venice, they

Didn't play tennis. No jog

Nor mah jong to help

The day on. One day

Beatrice said to Dante, when

You're not scribbling and scratching

What plans are you hatching?

Dante said, whoa babe, you're the

Doll for me, forget the Divine

Comedy! For Bice's foxy charm

He did fall. That's all.

_______

16 comments:

Shadow said...

12th century? mahjong? your imagination delights me!

Mama Zen said...

Ah, the less terrifying side of Dante!

pheromone girl said...

Nice!

Riot Kitty said...

:)
Very cute!

Gerry Boyd said...

Very clever, you. Thanks for making me laugh.

Cat said...

Ha! Cute!

Kristin H. said...

flash 'fiction' friday? I thought that's how it really went down ;)

Dante's love for his beloved Bice was truly unique :)

Pouty Lips said...

What a fun Flash Fiction. Good one and I'm sure Bice will love it.

Shadow said...

hey! i left something for you over here if you like...

http://gsp-shadow.blogspot.com/2009/06/international-bloggers-community-award.html

Vodka Mom said...

that was pretty damn cool.......

G-Man said...

They said 'Whoa Babe' in 12th Century Venice?
Thanks for the history lesson!
:P
Thanks for playing this week..
Excellent 55 My Dear......G

Yaya said...

So creative!

Debbie said...

Cute and playful. Loved it.

bumblebee said...

Sweet and cheeky I loved it!

Jannie Funster said...

So no golf then either?

david mcmahon said...

May I lead the applause here?