I've received a free copy of David Wilton's new book,
Word Myths: Debunking Linguistic Urban Legends, courtesy of Oxford University Press. So I'm having a contest to give it away. The book has just been published. I'm not sure it's even out in stores yet, but you can get a copy here... if you win the contest.
First, what's the book about? Wilton debunks all those stories about where words come from, such as 'is GOLF really an acronym for Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden?' or 'does SOS stand for Save Our Souls?' or 'was F**K originally an acronym meaning For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge?' You'll have to get the book to find out the answers. It's a lot of fun, and quite enlightening.
Here's what I've decided for the contest: urban legend haiku. I figure this is appropriate since it's a book about urban legends and language. Whoever comes up with the best haiku describing an urban legend (or a hoax, since this is the Museum of Hoaxes) wins the contest. What's 'best' will, of course, be subjectively decided by me.
If you need inspiration, examples of urban legend haiku can be found
here or
here. I'm not going to be a stickler about whether or not entries maintain proper haiku form (three lines: first line five syllables, second line seven syllables, third line five syllables), since apparently the idea that haiku must adhere strictly to this form is itself a bit of an urban legend. Keep it to three lines, but if the number of syllables isn't perfect, I don't care.
Here's my own rather weak attempt at a hoax haiku. It took me all of a minute to write:
Enclosed in glass,
Soon she'll be rectangular,
My Bonsai Kitten.
You'll have to do better than this to win the book.
The contest will end on Nov. 20, about a week from today (oh, and you can submit as many haiku as you like).
Update: And one more thing, submit your entries as comments. Don't email them to me directly.
Update: Okay, the contest is now closed. I need a day or two to review all the entries.
Comments
Soaring through the starlit sky,
The flying cat of legend.
So, my Haiku is entitled, "Ten English Names for Snow":
Flakes, drifts, flurries, slush,
Blizzard, powder, crust, white stuff,
whiteout, ice crystals.
the sewer is my home now,
flushed by fickle hand
its journey interrupted,
mama cass is full,
human head cannot contain,
mikey don't like it
or so I've heard
Hairy beast lumbering along,
Bigfoot is a' coming!
straight pin, poison, tricky treat,
bloody bag of fun
heroin trademarked by bayer,
but pot is still free
holding Fluffy, smiling big
hate to clean that litter
I wish to give unto you,
Money from the dead.
I know it isn't a hoax or or legend, I just couldn't resist picking on the Nigerian scammers! 😊
This is way too fun Alex!!!
was thirsty, got me a drink
"cruise control" my a**
I drank up and followed her
They took my liver
reason for the funny taste
of my Oral B
Ever so merry and free
Across the wide plains.
Spooks people by the thousands
I wonder who's next?
Painting, house, ducky, toaster?
For sale on EBay!
Hands against the screen door change
It creeps me out, man.
So are all who vote for him
Their IQ is low
his friendly licks comfort me.
Humans can lick, too.
(This is an urban legend where a college student hears noises in the night and is reassured by her dog licking her hand that everything is okay. She wakes the next morning to find her roommate murdered and her dog dead, and written in the dog's blood - humans can lick, too. Creepy.)
jump off the cliff to face death
they should be extinct.
I forwarded his email. . .
Now I'm very rich!
But she left me with my doom
Curse you, AIDS Mary!
(The urban legend in question: that of AIDS Mary - a woman who, having contracted AIDS after being raped, now travels the country seducing and infecting men for vengence.)
fed to unknowing victim
not for me thank you!
Put out with airborne buckets
frogman found dead in wood
Bedroom invader at night
Must still be asleep.
see the monster see the beast
Nothing to see there
Elvis has been seen my friend
Serving us fast food
Green cheese to gorge, love the taste
Must pack enough wine
could be a waste of my time
no more haiku here!
Sorry for so many ^
was having far too much fun 😊
Still at his desk Saturday;
he kept to himself.
Memories of love and drinks
Without a kidney
Gator, young, too young,
The sewer is my home now,
Flushed by fickle hand.
Take the short road to eBay.
Say it is haunted.
Museum of Hoaxes.
Sometimes it talks of fake things.
Sometimes they are real.
They often spread lies.
Incorrect, false, wrong, stories.
Bad Ananova.
Socks for your iPod.
Could such things really exist?
Still, they are not cheap.
Hoaxes, pranks, and lies:
All false, a few offensive.
Dwelling on the Net.
For punch line forward eight times,
then press F8. Oh.
Cottingly faires were real
He is no Sherlock
How could I resist your charms?
Drain my life away
Feel him breathing take that breath
suffacated child
It just may give you cancer,
Lipstick made of lead.
To stare brings a big surprise,
You end up cross-eyed.
Oh my what a big surprise,
Seeing its four eyes!
asks an outrageous question
why does sperm taste salty?
-sorry, it sucks
over your right shoulder's trouble
have a parachute?
Aircraft on collision course
Cam'ra in Rubble
Beaten to subject matter :(
oh well 😊
The spectre walks the tower
Will Anne never rest?