Courtesy of a news article forwarded to me last week, I have been made aware of a delightful new form of poetry: Fibonacci poems. The syllables of each line follow the Fibonacci sequence of numbers where the next number is the sum of the previous two.
1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, ...
Here, then, is my previous post encapsulated in a more succinct (and geekier!) summary:
Goddamn bedroom and
Toddler awakes unwontedly
Laundry, dishes lead to A History of Violence.