Bunnies with baskets

🐇 🐇 🐇 Despite yesterday’s incident of gun-jumping, premature social intercourse (“April is the most Abrahamic month”, here), this is the actual April 1st posting, and it’s drenched in cunicular sexiness — this month I really really really mean those rabbits — so it’s definitely out-of-bounds for kids and the sexually modest. I begin with two images — not in themselves salacious — and then get down and fluffy with a bit of amiably very dirty doggerel.

The picture gallery. A totally unobjectionable holiday image, plus a theatrical poster (which is, however, for a film about providing sexual services on the set of gay porn movies, though that’s not actually shown in the poster):


(#1) Pottery Barn Kids’ Natural Seagrass Basket: basket, bunny, eggs, green grass (of sorts)


(#2) Theatrical poster for the 2001 film The Fluffer, showing a very hot Scott Gurney as g4p porn actor Johnny Rebel

The dirty verse. Reminder: not for kids or the sexually modest.


(#3) Crude, but definitely regulated, verse

First, to note that though the doggerel is (deliberately) crude and vulgar, I am celebrating, not mocking, all of the acts referred to in it — and I note that there are some poetic touches, in imagery and wording, in the verse, especially that final sweet green grass.

Then, some remarks on poetic form. If you’re a guy and you find #2 and #3 rather arousing, well then, what’s coming in this subsection will be a serious erection-killer; for good or ill, I am a linguist, and I can’t help plying my trade. Respect my trip. (If it really annoys you, you can skip the subsection, but I hope you’ll let me tell you about the neat stuff I found in my own poetry.)

[They fuck like bunnies, the poem. Here poet AZ yields to linguist AZ.

Basic observation: three verses of trochaic tetrameter (SW SW SW SW) quatrains, rhyming A B C B.

But then this is actual poetry, with allowable variations on and deviations from the abstract pattern of regulation.

I adhered to the rhyme scheme absolutely: the B lines are all full rhymes (not half-rhymes): queerrear, ballsstalls, assgrass. (There were, of course, many draft versions of the poem, in some of which I tried out unsatisfying half-rhymes, like queerreal or squeal.)

But the metrical pattern, that I played with all over the place. As background, two canonical lines (SW SW SW SW) from the poem (the A and C lines from the last verse; they’re the only canonical lines, and it’s probably significant that they come so late):

Flúffy’s táil was tíght and pérky

Álways réady fór coítion

And then with lines in which the the final foot is a rest, a silent beat (indicated here by an R); and with lines in which a foot (especially the final foot) is short (S rather than SW), indicated by underlining here.

Lóved cock úp his réar R

Gétting fúcked in swéet green gráss

Flúffy gáve great blów jóbs

In at least two cases, there are alternative readings for lines,

as SW SW SW R or SW SW S S

Notably, for the very first line (which I sometimes hear one way, sometimes the other):

Flúffy wás a búnny R or Flúffy wás a búnný

Similarly for the first line of the second verse, Fluffy had a basket. (To me, the R version sounds more conversational, the short-foot version more sing-songy, proclaiming “This is comic verse!”)

There’s more, but now I stop.]

I need to break off this posting; the remaining sections — on the immensely entertaining Facebook exchanges that began yesterday; on fluffing; and on the film The Fluffer and the two main actors in it — were erased in a computer disaster an hour ago. I’ve been unable to restore them, so they have to be reconstructed completely from scratch, which will take at least 5 hours of work, time that I will probably not have today. Watch this space.

 

 

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2 Responses to “Bunnies with baskets”

  1. arnold zwicky Says:

    From Tim Evanson on Facebook, this nice basket (source not identified):
    http://arnoldzwicky.s3.amazonaws.com/NiceBasketjpg.jpg

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