Just to prove what frolicking fun gals we are -- we took the Walt Whitman Challenge! (Who says we don't know how to have fun on a Friday night?) Feel free to play along, drop a stanza in the comments. We're sure Walt would approve.
O Kendall! My Kendall!
by Ellen & Portia
O Kendall! My Kendall! Your tearful eyes have run;
You once could weather any crack, The days with Zach are done;
But now I hear, with Ryan near, Your glory days are dying,
While Binks left town with Reese around, Mama Kane has stopped trying:
But O Hart! Hart! Hart!
O the character is dead,
Where pod Kendall Hart lies crying,
Grief sex in her bed.
O Kendall! my Kendall! rise up and hear your phone;
Rise up--for you the blackberry does buzz and moan;
For you the fans do weep and mourn -- for you the boards a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces frowning;
Here Kendall, dear sister!
Have you fallen on your head?
Was that coma so sinister?
Is the real Kendall cold and dead?
And, the real poem:
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
You can find the rest of the poem here if you want to play along! ;)