Yahtzee: My Poem: Jeeves & Wooster: Orgulous: Gen

Title: Orgulous
Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: Gen
Poetic form: blank verse sonnet
Number of Lines: 14
Prompt: orgulous
Summary: Abroad, Bertie quotes Shakespeare's Troilus and Cressida.

surveying with a wild surmise the shore
from sea, on round-the-world-in-eighty jaunt,
as is my wont, a quote arose, I struck
a pose of boy-on-burning-deck repose.
‘In Troy, there lies the scene. From Isles of Greece
The princes organous, their high blood chaf'd'—
then came soft cough of ocean-faring sheep
of briny blade in ovine throat, then sir’s,
‘I think the word you want is orgulous.’
‘but organs raise the blood for chaf’ing, Jeeves.’
‘the Bard preferred a word for ‘haughty,’ sir,
are orgulous, his princes’ viscera.’
‘it’s nothing to start a war about, Jeeves,’
‘as you say, sir, our excursion awaits.’

Multi-Fandom Postcard Exchange: Postcards

May is Mental Health Awareness month, and these postcards arrived [based on a form I filled out] from the Multi-Fandom Postcard Exchange. The cards are from Kate Allen's Thera-pet series.

My Fic: Jeeves & Wooster: it's the end of the world (and i feel fine)

I am doing Seven Days, Seven Stories at GYWO. I am mainly focused on poetry for my Yahtzee prompts and drafting my Unconventional Courtship fic but they post a prompt every day and so far I've been able to do them. Today's prompt is:

51 Impending Apocalypse
A radio announcement has given a four-minute warning before a meteorite collides with Earth. Write for four minutes, without stopping or hesitating, from the perspective of somebody experiencing this cataclysmic event, taking on the immediacy and urgency of the scenario in your writing.

So the first part of this is the 4-minute speed-writing and the second part is putting it in context, Wooster-style. Rating: Gen. Word count: 400.

oh my god, oh my god, time for a b. and s., no, four minutes, four minutes until the end of the world, what to do, run out in the street, tell mrs. tinkler moukle just what I think of her and her godhelpus pomeranian, no, thank goodness I’m wearing the grey heather, won’t show stains as much, apocalyptic stains, let’s see, I should recite something, Shakespeare, the bloody poet Shelley, no, the Bible, the Good Book, pity all I can remember is the part of about balaam’s ass, really, that scripture prize was a long time ago, oh, yes, I know, I’ll do the thing I’ve been putting off for a long time, yes, by Jove, a corker of a idea, I’ll tell Jeeves—

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