Pinkie Pie:
Zecora comes to Ponyville with not
a warning nor a sign. She hides behind
that evil cloak. From spot to other spot
she moves – What is it that she seeks to find?
But this is also true: That when she’s here
what follows next; a wave of plague and curse.
A pony mad, another gone, and we’re
to wonder why Zecora leaves us worse.
She is, no doubt, a vile enchantress mare
who dances in her evil forest hut
while mixing brews of deeply evil fare.
She wants a well-cooked pony in her gut!
She’ll hypnotize you if you laze about,
so if you see her come, you’d best watch out!
(silence)
Twilight Sparkle: Wow. Iambic pentameter and everything.
back when I was in college I started out as a computer science major (and my English teaching parents were disappointed I didn't follow the family footsteps). After being criticized for not including documentation in my programs explaining what line of code did what, I started writing my programs in sonnet form.
FIRST or at least 2nd.
Wow... this a tough one.
Double time.
Today give your best version of Pinkie's song. Deadline is tonight. Because tommorow, is the voting.
If you're living in a bubble and you haven't got a care
Well you're gonna be in trouble 'cause she'll mess up your fine hair
Her home is full of creepy masks which is the proof of evil tasks she's a
ZEBRA
(Watch out!)
She's a zebra
She's an evil enchantress (Hey, don't mess around)
With the zebra
You think you are so smart and there's no such thing as a curse
But you're magic little horn seems like it's only doing worse
It's not a curse it's not a hex well you were wrong in this context she's a
ZEBRA
(Watch out!)
She's a zebra
She's an evil enchantress (Say what, don't mess around)
With the zebra
She is a witch and a warlock gonna make so you can't talk
ZEBRA
(Watch out!)
She's a zebra
She's an evil enchantress, don't mess around
With the zebra
(Go! Watch out!)
She's a zebra
She's an evil enchantress, don't mess around
With the zebra
(Watch out!)
You're too proud to realize
Gonna cut you down to size
'Cause she's a zebra
(Watch out!)
You always thought you were so great
Now you can't even fly straight
She's a zebra
(Watch out!)
She's a zebra, watch out!
She's a zebra
She's an evil enchantress, don't mess around
With the zebra
So shy you could bolt
Now you sound just like a colt
She's a zebra
She's a zebra
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMtZfW2z9dw Cause I have no skill in webese.
She's climbin in yo' windows, she's snatchin your ponies up
tryna gobble em so y'all need to
hide yo' foals, hide your wife
hide your foals, hide your wife
hide your foals , hide your wife
and hide your husband
cuz she gobblin' errbody out here
After that it kinda just gets boring and non-editable.
Okay we three very nice songs/poems.
Zuche, Graywander, and a guest... Unless the Guest reviels his name, I can not take it. I am sorry but those are my rules. It is Zuche vs. Graywander.
We will vote them and best one gets to have the entire Mane6 for a sleepover. And they will share you bed. Any vote before 5:00 am will not be counted. Enjoy your Luna.(HA HA HA)
Though I doubt i will do as good as the others in here have. Here is to trying. Link to a more popular one, but it was a fun thing to do. http://youtu.be/Lwgeulqt-jI
And Lyrics
An Evil, bedevilled, dark sorcercies cast.
She braves, the day, daring celestia's wrath.
Her powers are fell, cold scorching her gaze.
To claim, this day, her favorite repast.
The soul of a pony, so pure and carefree.
A feast of this day, whose path she befalls.
Ensnared of her web, once a husk now a shell.
Bright luna's grace, please deliver us well.
(The ah refrain)
Zecora, what are you? Can you pass? Leave us be?
Zecora, move on through. Let your stare, miss us true.
Zecora, fate guide you far from these lands, never in.
Worried foal, Fearfull colt.
Come hither to me!
Hear not her song, for it leads you astray!
Pass them by, be okay..
To safely be found..
Zecora, please, not...take them from me?
Oh a late entry. I'll accapte that. So you guys have 3 diffent choices, and it is 6:10 here, so let the voting begin. Rember, you can't pick the guest. sorry, I can't guest in these kind of voting.
Ooh, those were fun to read. If I'm allowed a vote, please let it be for TheStratovarian. It's got a nice flavour for a straight reading, but it also lends itself well to loads of ham as is appropriate to Pinkie. (Why else do you think she's pink?)
Pentameter is when a poem has a rythm to it involving five different sets of stressed and unstressed syllables.
For example: Pink-ie is stress-unstress and if there were five pink-ie's in the line of the poem, like this
Pinkie Pinkie Pinkie Pinkie Pinkie It'd be pentameter. Not Iambic, but pentameter.
:P
STress and unstress: when you say something, which do you put oomph on.
Iam: a way of meter. unstressed than stressed.
Meter: the rhythm of a poem.
here are some examples of the meter of a few names.
Raxon: Stress-unstress
Newbiespud: Stress-unstress-unstress.
Stairc: Stress-unstress.
Logan Aura: STress-unstress stress-unstress
Iambic refers to the use of Iambs, which is a particular rhythmic meter used in poetry.
Iambs are two syllables, the first unstressed, and the second stressed.
So, "BA-con," "PINK-ie," and "VOT-ing" are NOT Iambs.
"to-NIGHT we DINE in HELL" is iambic.
Because there are three iambs there, it would be Iambic Tritameter.
Pentameter has 5, etc.
So Iambic Pentameter is a line written to have 5 iambs.
What makes this a great choice is that the ba-DUM, ba-DUM, ba-DUM quality reminds me of horses clopping along. I'm pretty sure the Monty Python coconuts are Iambicly clopped.
"She'll HYP-no-TIZE you IF you LAY a-BOUT."
Sometimes you have to cheat a little, stressing a weird part of a word compared to normal speech, or squeezing or adding a syllable.
"She IS no DOUBT a VILE En-CHANT-ress MARE"
(here, "vile," which generally is considered a 2 syllable word, is treated as one. (actually, it's more of a 1 1/2 syllable word. (alternately, you could say "VI-le en-CHANT-ress," treating the "le" and the "en" as the same syllable.)))
I took a Shakespeare class in college, so once I saw the punchline, I immediately said it aloud to make sure it was iambic pentameter. College was useful for something!
As a holder of a degree in English, I have to be that guy.
Not ALL of the lines are perfectly in iambic pentameter. Most of them are, but a few are off. Still, not even The Bard himself wrote in perfect iambic pentameter all the time.
Technically speaking, bacon, Pinkie and voting are all trochees. Where an iambus (another name for an iamb) is unstressed-stressed, a trochee is stressed-unstressed. Just like you can have iambic pentameter, you can also have trochaic pentameter - or trochaic tetrameter, or hexameter, or whatever crazy thing you can make up.
One more thing - an iambus and a trochee are both kinds of metrical foot (metrical meaning regarding metre, not using the metric system). The 'pent' in pentameter tells you that there are five feet in the line, but a foot doesn't have to be two syllables. The dactyl, for example, is stressed-unstressed-unstressed, as for example in AL-ba-tross.
Using that argument, Blyndir, I could write fanfiction in which you are shown to be Genghis Khan and it would invalidate the impressions you'd give anyone who has ever met you.
Seconded. Amazing enough that a lot of people don't realize, until they stop and think about it, that Montalban and Shatner didn't do any face-to-face scenes throughout the entire movie. Scheduling conflicts, and yet it's still remembered as one of the greatest rivalries.
Unless you're a dwarf, in which case you're expected to be racist against elves and half orcs. Or an elf in which case you're expected to be racist to dwarves, half orcs, half elves, humans, gnomes, halflings, etc.
Why are we only OK with fantasy races being racist and not human characters?
So what should our pathfinder party do with the Speciesist-Human supremist Antipaladin we tied up and threw in a box after he tried to assassinate the half-elf princess currently employing us?
Hold him for fair trial where he will be found guilty and sentenced to a hideous death...or geased so that he may never again do harm to those of good weal.
I can't speak for all tree hugging hippie elves, mostly because I play a dwarf, but I believe the tradition is that the elves eat the humans and anyone else they kill, raw, with their bare hands.
Dwarf Fortress: Encouraging fantastic racism in the most horrible of ways.
I can't help but be reminded of a brief anecdote my senior-year English teacher would tell us of the time she overheard a perfect fragment of iambic pentameter. It was in the apartment next to hers:
Only trouble is, now that you've heard that, now your brain will automatically parse things into iambic pentameter without even trying--and you'll get a little confused when things don't quite fit.