The Friday Fling Has a Fable-ous Time At The Prom!
Friday Fling #181 May 18th 2012
May is a month for many wonderful things. One of which is…proms!
So this week let’s go back back back in time to when you went to a prom! You can remember two or three years ago, right?
OK so maybe it was a bit longer ago than that. But it WAS so very memorable! A big date – dressing up – corsage – showing off in front of all your school friends – and dancing!
What did you dance? What was the music and who was playing it? What do you remember most about that prom?
Here’s a chance to show off your memory skill in recollecting, and your poetic skill in recounting your primetime promtime!
Since prom memories can sometimes take on the aura of a fairy tale, we thought it would add more fun to this challenge to have you write your prom poem as a fable! Shadow Poetry simply describes this format as:
A fable is a poetic story composed in verse or prose with a moral summed up at the end.
Of course here on the Fling we are looking for verse rather than prose. But it need not rhyme if you prefer, as long as your prom experience is put in story form and has a moral of some sort at the end. Something you learned or that your prom was an example of.
This week the Friggin Fabulous Friday Fling becomes the Fable-ous Friday Fling writing about dancing At The Prom!
Fickle Finger of Fate Award for May 11th
Congratulations Barbara!
Welcome everyone to the Friday Fling! This week we’re getting our fable on for a reminiscence or creative daydream about Dancing At The Prom! The decorations are all in place, the limos are lined up outside, the couples are mingling and the band is about to play its first number! Let the poetic merriment begin!
Don’t leave your heart at the door, but be sure to click the heart at the top of the blog if you are enjoying yourself!
By Sonnet Diva! Perfect, Lori! 😀
Prom in the 60’s
Got asked to Bishop Neuman’s Prom by a guy named Joe
I was astonished because he’d have so far to go
Permission from my parents they would have to agree
Please come to Sunday dinner to meet them then we’d see
Met my Dad asked if I could go would it be alright?
Dad looked at him and said I couldn’t stay out all night
He asked what time the prom was and then when did it end
Then he told Joe exactly how much time that we could spend
My Dad said I’m his only child and that he did care
Joe promised to take care of me on that he did swear
The next weekend I went to Joe’s house to meet his Mom
She wanted to meet me before we went to the prom
Times were different then ,our parents we did respect
Parents let their children know just what they did expect
Joe and I went to the Prom and danced the night away
It was one we had to leave, we both wanted to stay
Both of us knew my curfew so towards home we did go
Dancing to 60’s music our faces were aglow
A proper gentleman Joe then did walk me to my door
Then asked if I would wear his ring his eyes they did implore
I said that I was sorry I hoped we could be friends
A woeful look upon his face guess that just depends
I told him in September to college I would go
I was too young to be serious he had to know
Moral
Guess I was quite naive, I didn’t know he wanted more
Sonnet Diva all rights reserved
PROM vs MOVIE
Dress up
Getting all pretty
For the dance
A big date
Maybe the first
Not for me
I party all the time
But never the prom
On weekends
At the movies yeah
That waz me
Popcorn
Candy the work
Scary movies to be watched
But never the prom
Got all dolled up alright
Even danced in the streets
Under the red light
I waz more
Of a tom boy than girl
Prom
No way
For no one asked
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————- © May 17 , 2o12
Prom In The 70’s
In 1976 on a warm spring night
Kent State ballroom was the prom site
“Colour My World” was the prom theme
Decorated all up like a magical dream
My gown was black with white polka dots
While the photographer took plenty of shots
Of everyone dancing in their fancy attire
The beauty of the theme was a dream to admire
My eye started to tear on the dance floor
I wanted to hide and not dance anymore
I went to the restroom to dry my eye
And didn’t want my date to see me cry
It wasn’t a cry of feeling so sad
And wasn’t because I was happy and glad
It was from something irritating my eye
I just wanted the night to hurry on by
The irritation would not go away
And it was there all night to stay
My eye was all bloodshot and very red
I couldn’t wait to go home to bed
Michelle R. King
I’m not sure what the moral is but I guess try to make the most of it even though you wanted to look beautiful for the prom and not let something irritating your eye ruin the evening. lol
Blue Hawaii was the theme
all designed to make eyes gleam.
High school gym on weekend eve
fine enough for all to believe.
My date had been my second choice.
To ask the first I had no voice.
It turned out she had not been asked
till friend’s interest was unmasked.
I don’t remember who wa playing.
Hard to hear what she was saying.
Foxtrot or the jitterbug
Move your feet or sort of hug.
I love the dances slow or fast
regretted each I had to pass.
My date I thought was more restrained
I hoped no smiles of hers were feigned.
Afterwards, we’d been invited
to afterparty, quite delighted.
A classmate’s parents’ weekend place
to stay till dawn’s sun showed its face.
Lakeside cottage, romantic scene.
On the back porch, moonlight’s sheen.
But I was such a gentleman
we talked for hours and just held hands.
That is all I recollect.
Later on, in a retrospect,
I wished that I’d been more direct
to encourage an intersect.
The moral of this tale is this:
A chance at love should not be missed.
Do not assume love’s unrequited,
You’ll wonder if you were shortsighted;
You’ll wonder if you were both slighted.
Copyright May 17th 2012 RGD
Lots of sweet memories of my children being so excited about and getting ready for their high school proms. Wonderful theme and challenge and pieces posted. And thanks so much for the FFFFF Award. Writing that piece was such a lot of fun. I always do look forward to Fridays at the Friday Fling.
Once upon a time
There was a lonely lass
That wanted so much to be asked
To the prom from a lad from her class
A homely lass was she
No lad would ever give her the eye
But she had a heart of gold
And they would ignore her and walk on by
She wanted so much for a partner
And feel caressed in a slow dance
But no one would ever give her the time
For affection and some loving romance
One day a lad came up to her
Asking her if she had a date for the prom
She said No, but I would love to go
He was so shy and his name was Tom
He asked her if she would be his date
She was so excited and jumped for joy
He then kissed her on the cheek
She was overwhelmed to be kissed by a boy
After the prom they had dinner that night
Having so much in common and a perfect match
From then on they dated for years
Then got married and love they did catch
Michelle King
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LESSONS RECALLED
Driving past the park
last Friday night,
I couldn’t help but notice
all the fancy cars
stretched out
tricked out,
lined up in a row,
hand-polished to perfection
and almost blinding
in the late-afternoon sun,
on display for all to see —
limos of all shapes and sizes,
would-be princes
and princesses
dressed up
(or down)
to suit their fancy,
cameras flashing,
flowers blooming,
last-minute alterations,
parents beaming.
I wondered to myself
(but certainly should have known),
what occasion on a Friday night
could possibly bring out
such a huge crowd.
And then I remembered,
(how quickly we can forget)
the time of year,
this night on the town,
what occasion it was —
the Senior Prom,
of course,
and I should have known.
What happened to those days
when we decorated the gym
with pastel streamers
and crepe paper flowers,
when our parents drove us
and dropped us off
and picked us up again
at precisely ten?
And the limos
drive off
one by one,
and the parents wave
and hope for the best,
knowing that there will be
many lessons learned
and that things
aren’t always
as they seem to be
on prom night.
(c) barbara kausteklis 5-18-12
Wow been over 31 years since I went to prom. I went my 11th grade not my 12th grade. was way into my grades I forgot to have fun. But when I went one time it was very fun and excited. back in the 80’s it was wild. My class song was don’t stop believing. but the music was foot loose free and crazy.
what a dance youguys had
Great blog and wonderful writes! Congrats Barbara! Sorry I missed this but extenuating circumstances seem to be plaguing my life these days. :love: :love:
I could just add that the moral of my prom day was to move on with life and forget about all the pettiness that seems to exist in high school. 😆
screw the prom!