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My Unpredictable World
by B.J. Lee

The donkeys chirp, the birdies bray, dogs meow and kittens bark.
The rain falls up and soaks the sky. The rainbow has no arc.
The ocean’s waves are made of sand, the beach of salt and spray.
The rivers have all jumped their banks and run the other way.
The television watches me and tries to mute my sound.
The crossword puzzle comes uncrossed and all its squares turn round.
The clock strikes eight, the noon-day stars have turned to ruby red.
Unpredictable is fun but messes with my head.

Round 2 - flamboyant vs. unpredictable
The Amoeba Gang
by B.J. Lee

Albert the amoeba, a microscopic thief
had stolen from the hydra clan and now had come to grief.
The Unicellular Police were hot on Albert’s trail.
His pseudo-feet moved oh-so-slow. Would he be thrown in jail?
He tried to hang with slime molds, but they swam away from him.
The rotifers rejected him; his prospects now looked grim.
But suddenly he had a thought, a bright, pseudonymous plot—
a perfect way to slip and slide from this tight, ominous spot.
He fissioned once. He fissioned twice, and quick as one-two-three,
Al and Hal and Sal and Cal, all said, “It wasn’t me.”

Round 3 - insubordinate vs. pseudonymous
Behind the Dancing Rain: A Pantoum
by B.J. Lee

Lying in bed on nights when it storms,
I dream of a world past my window pane:
imperceptible movements, mysterious forms,
masked by the dance of the thunder-clapped rain.

I dream of a world past my window pane—
the gnarled fingers of troll-like trees.
Masked by the dance of the thunder-clapped rain,
owls hoo-hoo in the gusty breeze.

The gnarled fingers of troll-like trees
tap the walls of my hapless house.
Owls hoo-hoo in the gusty breeze.
In a sodden field sleeps a quiet mouse.

Tapping the walls of my hapless house,
imperceptible movements, mysterious forms.
In a sodden field sleeps a quiet mouse
in its own hidden bed on nights when it storms.

Round 4 - idle vs. imperceptible
Spring has Sprung: A Villanelle
by B.J. Lee

It’s time for a party to celebrate spring!
Let’s run with abandon, let’s race with the breeze.
A boundlessly joyous, incontinent fling

will let winter know he’s no longer the king!
Let’s fix up our bikes and let’s put away skis.
It’s time for a party to celebrate spring.

Let’s fly our kites high, holding tight to the string.
Let’s welcome the butterflies, beetles, and bees
with a boundlessly joyous, incontinent fling.

Let’s soar to the sky on the seat of a swing.
Let’s dance round the lilacs and crabapple trees.
It’s time for a party to celebrate spring.

The migrating birds are all back on the wing.
More crocuses, tulips and daffodils, please,
to brighten our joyous, incontinent fling;

for springtime is here! Let’s clap and let’s sing!
Let’s tumble and tussle and green-up our knees.
It’s time for a party to celebrate spring—
a boundlessly joyous, incontinent fling.

Round 5 - incontinent vs. kerfuffle


Fungibility
by B.J. Lee

A dollar bill is fungible – convert it all to dimes –
but lemons are not fungible if switcherooed for limes.
A hedgehog and a porcupine are similar, indeed,
but don’t have fungibility. Each one’s a different breed.
The aardvark and the anteater both keep the ants at bay,
but aardvark works the evening shift, the anteater, by day.

A best friend is not fungible; instead she is unique.
You will not find her like again, no matter where you seek.

Round 1 - strewn vs. fungible