Answers to the previous article where the titles of classic movies just didn't seem to fit.
Answer Keys to Movie Trivia, nothing better than on a Sunday Morning. Except the comics of course.
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Last chance to see the original puzzle before the answers to the movie titles.
- Rain Man
- Blazing Saddles
- Roman Holiday
- Midnight Cowboy
- Lost Horizon
- Ordinary People
- Wall Street
- City Slickers
- Annie Hall
- Blade Runner
- Pretty Woman
- Born Yesterday
That's the end of the that. You are still here? I know what will scare you away. Poetry I found from a few years ago
The first is an invented form of poetry called a descending poem, which must be upbeat and lose a syllable each line.
Skipping to class one day, I encountered a bird
I was not high, but that bird said to me: Look,
please lend me fifty cents, I am hungry.
How could I refuse a talking bird?
I eagerly looked for money.
To my dismay, I had none
What is a boy to do?
I picked up the bird,
walked to the store,
bought some lunch,
and we
ate.
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That wasn't so bad, so I'll kick up the heat with a poem about truckers.
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Next Truck Stop – 57 Miles
“Breaker breaker, any alternatives to I-64?
This highway is gutted, must be some party.”
The coffee is now cold in my thermos as I
Cruise over the sixtieth overpass in eleven hours.
All I know are the bugs collecting on my windshield.
They are lucky- no more worries, just spread all over the glass.
I imagine myself plastered to the windshield when
I snap out of my trance, pulling from the wrong lane,
horns blaring, back into the right.
Need more pills, fatigue is my only sworn enemy.
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If you are still here, God bless you, but this is it. The nail in the coffin.
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First to go, a trip down the depths.
It starts with a sniff, a snort, a choke, the perfume fills my brain.
An explosion of life, the blood boils, my hands shake,
the fear of the fallout a distant concern.
My eyes open to a skeleton in a bridal gown, smiling at her groom.
They embrace, fall back onto the floor. An engine starts and
their bones rattle and dance away behind the car.
I look up “Just Married” covers the back of the hearse, the skeletons
attached by rope. Tears trickle down and “Just dead” fades away in the dark.
I sit, weeping until a mackerel jumps onto my shoulder. “Cheer up, old pal.”
I glance over and bite his head, “Needs lemon” I think as the 3:14 AM trudges
the station. Face down in the grass, the water catching my legs each trip around, I sleep.
