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Cinquain you're winning
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Anyone fancy a Cinquain? For the uninitiated, an American form of poem based on Haiku with a definite format:

The first line is one word giving the title. It has 2 syllables. The second line has 4 syllables (normally 2 words) that describe the title. The third line has 6 syllables that express an action, usually 3 words. The fourth line has 8 syllables that express a feeling (4 words). The fifth line is 1 word. It has 2 or 3 syllables. The number of words can be discretionary.

Confused? Well here's an example:

Station
Oxford Circus
Enter carefully please
Why's it always so busy here?
Tourists

But I'm sure you can do much better.... Winning move is Crescent.
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(Imagine a pair of bold tags.)
I love the smell of naphthalene (Darren) Sounds like one of those dismal pointless company slogans, eg Surrey Police - "Nicking YOU".
Morning
Cricket
British preserve
Willow walloping balls
The beauty of looping googlies
Mmhhmm, nice. I'm Julian, and this my friend Sandy
Dogma
Sacred doctrine
Impose it at sword-point
The wrong faith can bring death quickly
Islam Invoking Jihad...
Fresh Brains
Solve problems best
Also taste good on toast
Although not often together
Food for thought. (I know it's meant to be one word, but this seemed to fit better.)
Snowflakes
All different
- If you don't believe me
Simply ponder this thoughtfully:
Why not?
Brazil
Where wax comes from
They put it in your ears
And some on ladies' private parts
Combustible.
Coffee
Drinkable beans
Smell better than taste
Can be used as fashion statement (Softers) Only 5 syllables - you need a cup of coffee. :-)
Javascript.
Bluetits
In cold weather
They freeze altogether
Making it hard to wear your bra (Rosie) in my world, tas-te has 2 sylables
Unladylike. (Softers) There's no polite answer to that. :-)
Dandruff
On your shoulders
Hastily remove it
Damn this black sweatshirt I'm wearing
Sorry to interrupt, but I've suddenly started reading these to the tune of Aphex Twin's "Beetles." This way madness lies.
like polka dot. putting that to bed
Kick off
Football begins
Goal! Scorer removes shirt.
Referee removes the red card
Official
Slipping
Into something
Trying on new trousers
Oh dear, what was that tearing sound?
Flatulence
Rugby
Dull Midlands town Botherer] Have you been away?
Famous because some toff
Too much pie, sat on his football
Ellipsoid
Bananas
Fruit or just mad?
Allow them to ripen in desperation; this game is moribund.
In solitary confinement
Dark in here...
Endgame
Do you think so?
It's Michael Howard's end
"Are you cinquain what we're cinquain?"
sorrysorrysorrycouldn'tresistit
Obliteration.
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