Summary

The website content is a whimsical poem reflecting on the proliferation of fungi in the environment, particularly following tropical weather events.

Abstract

The poem "What Rhymes with Fungi?" humorously explores the author's observations of the sudden growth of fungi after the tropical storm Cristobal and the subsequent Hurricane Sally. The author personifies the fungi, describing them as "fung guys" that sprout everywhere, attaching to logs, hidden in grass, and even compared to spaceships or aliens. Despite their short lives, the fungi are depicted as beautiful and elegant in their strangeness, thriving in inhospitable conditions. The poem conveys the author's fascination with these organisms, appreciating their resilience, uniqueness, and the way they add to the beauty of the natural world, even if they are often overlooked.

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The author finds the fungi's ability to multiply rapidly after tropical depressions intriguing and somewhat mysterious.
There is a sense of wonder and amusement at the fungi's camouflage and their bold, sassy presence in the yard.
The poem suggests that the fungi are not merely a backdrop in nature but have their own purpose and life cycle, independent of human intentions or amusement.
The author expresses a clear appreciation for the fungi's beauty, particularly noting their "elegant in their orangeness" and their fearless weirdness.
The poem reflects a personal obsession with fungi, describing them as "ugly flowers" that the author hopes will continue to grow and play in the semi-tropical environment they inhabit.
There is a touch of personification in the way the author describes the fungi's survival strategies, making them seem almost sentient in their quest to find hospitable spots to survive.
The author seems to have a fondness for the resilience of fungi, noting their ability to cling to life, even on trees that are dead or alive.
The poem concludes with a nod to Hurricane Sally, suggesting that the storm's passing has contributed to the magnification of the "always fantastical, fabulous fungi."

What Rhymes with Fungi?

A weird poem

Looking for a rhyme with fungi because there are many of these fun guys, more than enough to be spied by by my two or one eye.

They started to sprout with Cristobal, another rhyme despicable, a problem unmistakeable, difficulty inexplicable.

They sprouted everywhere, truly a mysterious affair, multiplying like a nightmare, or perhaps, a virus in the air.

Attached to logs and hidden in grass, landing in my yard en masse, a little bold with plenty of sass, not to be labeled as third class.

Spaceships or aliens, what name do you choose? They didn’t come to mingle or shmooze, their purpose isn’t to delight or amuse, without intention, they often bemuse.

Like spies, they camouflage and hide, in tree debris, they do abide, perhaps in the woods or maybe lakeside, fearing only the dreaded fungicide.

Beautiful in their strangeness, elegant in their orangeness, lives short, not ageless, never victims of sameness.

They cling to trees, dead or alive, finding inhospitable spots to survive, grasping for what will keep them alive, their lives so short before they die.

I like their weirdness, no need for forgiveness, their beauty is fearless, not surpassed in uniqueness.

With every tropical depression, they multiple with aggression, always exuding fungi expression, these ugly flowers are my obsession.

More rain today and every day, the semi-tropics are where we stay. I look about and hope and pray, more fungi will come and play.

And, now, there’s Sally* passing by, not close enough to petrify, but sending showers to magnify the always fantastical, fabulous fungi.

*Hurricane Sally that came ashore in Western Florida and Alabama. She is now a tropical storm heading northeast, hovering north of us in Georgia (as of 9/17/20).