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The Daily Prompt – Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

Rules:

1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)

2. You may write in any format you see fit (fiction, non-fiction, poem, song, script, etc.)

3. Post your piece of writing in the comments section of the website to be considered for the ‘Best Of’ section.

Prompt:

  • Think of a famous author, poet, lyricist, singer, etc.
  • Really try to think of someone with a specific style (Dr. Seuss, e.g.)
  • Write a poem, paragraph, stanza, verse, etc. in the style of this person.

About Jamaal

Lover of words, liver of life, director of theatre, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. Twitter: @JamaalAllan

7 comments on “The Daily Prompt – Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

  1. JG Allan
    January 10, 2014

    If you’re reading this, you probably want me to write some lousy metaphors and all that roses are red kind of crap, but I don’t really feel like it if you want to know the truth. Those kind of poems drive me crazy.

    There was a shepherd and he had a flock and all.
    The sheep just put their heads down and ate grass
    like some kind of idiots, because they’re sheep and all that.
    The shepherd just watched.

    That’s the thing about people you tell them to do some lousy
    thing like watch a flock of sheep eat grass and they’ll go ahead
    and do it.

    Most poets are phony as hell. They really are.

    (~ Holden Caulfield/JD Salinger~)

  2. John Fugman
    January 10, 2014

    I’m going to attempt to climb a very large mountain here. This could get ugly fast. I’m not even going to tell you who it is because if at least one person guesses it then I guess my job is done. I hope to at least capture .01% of this persons talent. Hope you enjoy!

    I was told recently that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
    Really? I thought that it was drunken battery.
    I guess I should say I’m sorry, so here is my apology.
    I’m sorry that I blacked out and performed drunken surgery on my wife,
    spread open her legs and carved her up with a knife.
    But wait! The hole was already there.
    That’s just what it looks like when it’s not covered in hair.
    If I was trying to hurt her there’d be more blood
    Just ask my ex, she had to get hers re-done.

    A lot of rappers get at me on their track
    flinging their shit up the mountain at my back.
    I just take out their mix tape, flip it over and hit record.
    I’ve scribbled out better lines then they dropped on their whole record.
    Plus, you’re in a studio, who the fuck are you battlin’?
    Hidin’ behind bulletproof glass tattlin’
    but your mom can’t hear you.
    You’re on your own.
    I guess I’ll download your diss on my phone.
    Just give me a second,
    It’s not like you’re in a hurry to wreck it.
    I’ve heard the swill that you spit on your record.
    Sound like vanilla and Hannah Montana connected.

    I’m just a guy who hates drama.
    I get paid to translate terrorist threats to Obama,
    while the government spies on me
    straight through the webcam of my P.C.
    This country needs me.
    I say the shit that you can’t say freely.
    My last song nearly blew up D.C.
    when it was pirated and spread illegally.

    • JG Allan
      January 13, 2014

      I went ahead and put that to a beat in my head. Very well done!

      The last stanza (verse) was the hardest for me to flow in Slim’s rhythm, but some of the stronger writing I’ve read in the comment section for quite a while.

      • John Fugman
        January 13, 2014

        Thank you for the compliment. I’m glad that you guessed it and were able to rap it. My mother called me on the phone after she read it and asked what was wrong with me. I’d say mission accomplished!

  3. The Running Son
    January 12, 2014

    Jim the wordsmith had a room that he was forced to share,
    with dogs and cats, and furtive rats, and bugs that settled there.
    The hair and dust—ridiculous! plumed with the slightest move,
    until one day the hair and dust and muck…he made his muse.
    .
    .
    .
    Dr Seuss–ish?
    .
    RunningS☼n

    • JG Allan
      January 13, 2014

      the only thing missing was a made up word or two to force a rhyme. niiiiiice

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