From the paper: Emily Farrell teaches English and creative writing at _______ High School. One of her favorite assignments is to hand students an article from The Wall Street Journal and ask them to write a love poem in which virtually every word comes from the story.
. . ."Do they groan? Whine? Shake their heads? Yup," Mrs. Farrell says.
. . .Why love? "Love is a topic they are interested in."
. . .Why The Wall Street Journal? "Otherwise, you'd get fluffy clouds and 'my love is like a rose,'" she says. "I try to use something that makes them think."
. . .The atmosphere in the classroom can get a little steamy as her 11th and 12th graders pore over Journal articles, looking for double meanings in the business terms. Assets, mergers, partnerships, signaled intentions – even exposure – can take on new connotations in the light of love.

Throughout August and September
He focused on her sharply
Greeting her with a wave
Squeezing the uncertainties away
With a strong hand, comforting her
Assuring her of a potentially
increased outlook ahead.

This could be fun, if we care to try.
Take a feature story from page 1, or the like from another paper.

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thanks to the London Times business section...

On Losing Weight

She had the most delicate of knees.
The attributes of brown ale,
Tinned spaghetti and vinyl floor tiles
Could not account for the appeal.
Her streamlined lap, weight dimished,
Gained recognition and admiration.
The problem is the maintenance, of course.

Wow, Jo - that is fantastic! I suppose I'll actually need to read the paper for this game, eh?

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I suppose I'll actually need to read the paper for this game, eh?

I'd take the words as read.

what do you mean, Arnie?

I'm disappointed more people aren't trying this. It is fun, but I don't want to monopolize the airwaves. C'mon, try it.

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Originally posted by jo:
what do you mean, Arnie?

I'm disappointed more people aren't trying this. It is fun, but I don't want to monopolize the airwaves. C'mon, try it.

I intend to. I just haven't had a moment to do it yet, but be assured I'll get to it today.

All words from the business of page of my local paper tonight. Not sure you'd call it a love poem as such though.

As expected

These tough conditions
That regulate the spirits
And demand the interest
Undermine the commitment.
Is this better than expected?
No this is as expected.
These are the final grounds
These turnabout, turnaround
So-called social bounds
Of captured, momentary sound.
Is this better than expected?
No, this is as expected.
This is the bottom line –
All things must decline,
The loss was predefined
For those who read the signs.
Is this worse than expected?
No this is as expected.
All is as expected.

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what do you mean, Arnie?

Sorry, I was trying to make a joke. It obviously didn't work.

I liked it, Arnie.

Wall Street Erotica?

Visiting Kalleh and Shu, who get the WSJ, I was able to finally do this challenge! Hope it's not too naughty . . .

Your speech has caused developments
sensitive to keep afloat
that good
disarming
tension
which slices
through my seoul (sic).
Your previously impoverished peninsula
lines up
at my widening split
to increase unification
before
we both
collapse.