These last three posts have been styles taken directly from Queneau’s book. His are all infinitely better than mine, but I figured it worth a try. After this post, I’m going to start adding in some of my own styles along with his. Enjoy.
I’m not sure where I was when this happened…Arby’s? On a hay ride? Whale hunting? Or maybe it was in Astronomy class? That could be. A man? Or was it a chicken? Maybe some kind of chicken-man? This thing wore a…crossing guard vest? Was he shirtless? He might’ve just had really bright skin. Or could it have been a bright polo shirt? Whatever it was, he walked down the stairs…Did he walk down? He may have been on a bike. I don’t know if he wore a helmet, though. However he made his way down the stairs, he did so planning on handing…Off a football? Maybe he was actually lending a hand? Quite possibly, it may have been his homework that he could have been trying to hand in. Whatever he was handing, he tripped…on the last stair? Or did I trip him? I think I’m a nice person, but could I have done it? No, I think it might have been the stair. Once he tripped, his friends…now what did they do, again? They shot him? No, no, did they throw eggs at him? It’s quite possible that they may have laughed, actually.
When he turned around his face was red…Because he was a clown and he’d just come from the circus? Or was he really hot? That room does get like that sometimes. Or maybe he was embarrassed? The chicken-man with the red face…crawled up the stairs? Or did he drive his car? He was going fast, I think, but maybe he was just running? Not many cars could fit in that class room. He…barked? Yeah he – no actually it might’ve been sign language. Maybe Hebrew? Or it could’ve been English that he made a loud noise in.
