Last night I couldn’t sleep (an all-too-common affliction for me) and started thinking about Oulipian constraints and Christian Bök’s work, who I mentioned a few days ago. For some reason, I started thinking about sentences that only feature a single vowel, the letter ‘o.’ Here’s what I came up with:
* Goons shoot dollops of loon poop on top of doorknobs.
* Bonobos from Congo loot boots from rooms of gloom.
* Floods doom hobos to bottoms of cool ponds.
* Tom’s odd boob odor toots Don’s horn.
* God’s good book won’t do for fools.
* Phong woos Wong on top of Hong Kong, two grooms, both sons of old coots.
* Rotors for cotton looms won’t go off or on.
* Choo choo horns toot woo woo, go zoom zoom.
* Todd’s bottom poops pots of hot blood for horror shows.
* Go to Ron Bloom’s fort for dogs who drool.
* Drop food not bombs on poor Togo.
This isn’t great art by any stretch of the imagination, but it does provide some space to stretch the creative muscles in a fun, stress-free way. Try it, you might like it.
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