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August 9, 2006
Tara. Oh, Tara. Wherefore art thou, Tara?
Deny thy father. Refuse thy name. Yadda yadda.
You know what I find funny? "Wherefore art thou Romeo?" actually means, "Why the hell are you Romeo, and not someone I can invite to dinner without my family trying to kill him?" And yet, mostly, today, we just read the "Where" part.
But that's really not important. What's important is Tara.
See, a few weeks ago, I held a little contest. Lots of people entered; one person won.
Tara.
So, I announced that Tara had won her very own, personally signed copy of Alesia's fabulous Seven Ways to Lose Your Lover, but we have a tiny problem.
Tara doesn't seem to have come back.
And there's no link in her comment to give me anything to go on other than Tara.
And there are approximately a gazillion Taras roaming the internet at any given moment. (That's a rough estimate. But you know what I'm saying.)
So now, I'm a little betwixt and between. What to do? Well, this is what I'm doing. I'm giving the elusive and mysterious Tara one week to claim her prize, and then I'm giving it to someone else.
So tick tock, Tara, time's a-wasting.
And in the meantime... because I really can't be stopped and because I've got a few extra copies of Maybe Baby burning a hole in my bookshelves... I'm holding another contest.
Everyone who leaves a limerick here to entice Tara back to the L.C. to claim her prize will automatically be entered to win a signed copy of Maybe Baby. Only, this time, if you enter... check back next week to find out if you won. Because the next time I have to do this, I won't be embarrassing you with limericks.
Oh, no. It'll be haiku.
And for those of you who aren't familiar with limericks, here's the basics:
(ahem ahem)
There once was a Chicklet named Tara
Who visited the L.C. on a dare-a
She left a funny post
Then abandoned the host
And now we've got running mascara
(You know. From the tears? Because, um, Tara's not here? Okay. Fine. Critics. YOU find something that rhymes with Tara. Go for it.)
(Oh, and not too dirty. I'm a blusher.)
Posted by Lani at 6:17 AM | Comments (14)
Comments
A Chicklet named Tara came calling
She posted her thoughts without stalling
Then eloped to Katmandu
Leaving Lani quite blue
And all of our hopes a-falling.
Okay, that's pretty bad. Do I get points for trying lol?
Posted by: Zara at August 9, 2006 11:13 AM
Tara, Tara you left us here
without any sense of cheer
Come claim your prize
or you won't seem wise
and you'll have to wear a disguise
:S :P
Posted by: Amber at August 9, 2006 11:32 AM
Tara won Lani's book contest.
We are now on a "Tara finding" quest.
If she comes out of hiding,
We can all go out riding
Otherwise we'll say her name here in jest.
Posted by: sal ![[TypeKey Profile Page]](http://www.literarychicks.com/nav-commenters.gif)
at August 9, 2006 11:51 AM
So, I've been lurking around this site for a few weeks now and have never laughed so much. All of you are fatastic. Lani's contest has lured me out of the shadows. As this is my first attempt ever in the limerick genre, I beg all of you, BE KIND.
Tara, a lassie so clever and smart
Won a contest because of her art
Then vanished away
Not a word did she say
And has broken poor Lani's heart.
Posted by: Cindi at August 9, 2006 12:30 PM
Oh Tara where could you be
You have left no clue for us to see
Get your butt on-line quick
Or you're going to be sick
Cause your prize just might go to me
Posted by: Maureen at August 9, 2006 1:19 PM
"Oh, and not too dirty. I'm a blusher."
Did you really just say (type) that with a straight face?
Posted by: Whitney at August 9, 2006 1:21 PM
Oh, man. What have I begun?
I must say, I'm seeing some new faces here. I like it. And the limericks are FABULOUS. If Tara doesn't come out of the woodwork for this, well, then it's her loss!
And yes, my lovely Whitney, I did type that with a straight face. I am a blusher. I have very, very tender sensibilities.
Okay - *that* I didn't type with a straight face. Pblbbllblblbbblt.
Well, keep those limericks coming, Chicklets! Tara can't find us if we're not LOUD.
Posted by: Lani at August 9, 2006 2:24 PM
Once a Chicklet named Tara was here
What has happened to her though we quite fear
Burried in books?
Seared by a look?
We hope you're just out buying brassieres
That was pretty fun! Thanks, Lani!
Posted by: Theresa at August 9, 2006 5:06 PM
There once was a woman named Tara,
whose Mother loved Scarlett O'Hara
She won Lani's contest
Now we seek her in jest
Tara come back soon
Or your loss is our boon.
I tried.
Posted by: Brandy at August 9, 2006 10:43 PM
Tara was a great story tell-er
she told us how she lost her fell-er
hers was the best
she won the contest
but now, for her, we're having to yell-er
Is it bad that I composed this while getting a massage today? Blame it's not-so-goodness on my brain shutting down from the fragrant oils...
Posted by: Helen at August 10, 2006 1:02 AM
There once was a braw lass called Tara
who worked for a man named O'Hara
he asked her to wash
and cook up some squash
so she ran off to the great desert Sahara
Posted by: TeresaH at August 10, 2006 6:16 AM
Tara was browsing Literary Chicks
When she posted some comments just for kicks
Then she won
But now she's gone
And Lani asked us to write limericks
Posted by: Sharon at August 10, 2006 10:47 AM
There once was a gal named Tara,
One day she made a terrible erra,
She entered a contest and won,
Then off to nowhere she run,
And I'm hopin I win with flair-ah!
Yeah, that was bad, but I just had to try!!!! I love Maybe Baby!
Posted by: Charity at August 11, 2006 8:42 AM
There once was a lassie named Tara
Who had a relations nightmare-a
She won the contest
With the tale of her mess
But she's disappeared into thin air-a!
Sorry--best I can do on such short notice--gotta run!
Posted by: Sheri at August 15, 2006 2:30 PM
