Contemplating doing NaNoWriMo? That leads to thinking about pantsers and non-pantsers. And in some peculiar cases then, of course, to panzers (no, NOT panthers, but that’s a good one too, Brownie points, you auto-suggestive browser!). And from panzers (which is literally a coat of mail) it’s just a hop, a skip, and a jump to howitzers, and a full-blown WAR! The war of words…
nanowrimo, nay or yay?
and the dark horse says: ready to run!
and the foal says: too little horse power!
and the old nag says: remember what happened last time? Neigh! Neigh!
not spheroidal cast iron, which would be as heavy
but prevent crack growth…
just your run-of-the-not-mill (come on, it’s a casting)
grey, grey cast iron
and we’re back at the fatigue and critical crack length
time to put the muzzle brake on…
you really don’t want to bear these arms
crack growth in ink is
harder to study than in
cannon muzzle brakes
knowing the difference
between a howitzer and
a HowzIt is good…
still, she whispered,
we will always have Paris;
that is the sad thing
And Le Voilà, it’s done! A chapter for each syllable of the constipated haiku. Like everyone knows, the best novels- like the worst ones- should never leave their authors’ heads.