I know, I know. It’s not Friday. Nor is it poetry. But somehow “Doggerel Saturday” just didn’t sound quite right.
Anyway, my dad suggested that we revisit the clerihew. We’ve had clerihews before at Le Blog Bookworm, but it was quite a while ago, and perhaps the topic is worth reviving. Here is the detailed explanation of this venerable art form — and it’s worth clicking the link just to read the marvelous clerihews in the comments — but just in case you don’t, clerihews are four-line poems. Rhyme scheme: AABB. Meter: any. Topic: A famous person, whose name must be mentioned somewhere in the first line. Goal: gentle humor.
Here is a recent one of my dad’s:
All the world’s heard of Mother Theresa,
and that’s why she never requires a visa
as she visits Macao and Lower Tobago
to cure the folks of mumps and lumbago.
Here is one of mine:
Dame Muriel Spark
Liked to write in the dark.
And she wasn’t even sorry
About all the typos in Memento Mori.
How about you? I’d love to add some more to my collection and the comment section awaits, hint, hint.
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If clerihews aren’t really your thing, may I offer another option? Have you ever heard of a Fib? No, not that kind of fib. Fib, as in Fibonacci sequence. It’s a form of poetry that was invented by a blogger. It’s a six-line poem, and the number of syllables in each line is dictated by the Fibonacci sequence, i.e., 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. How cool is THAT?
So, here’s one to start you off:
Read!
Write!
Express
yourself and
have fun doing it!
Enter the blogosphere today!
God, that was stupid. Let me try again.
Fire.
Trucks.
Add them
together
and you have toddler
heaven. Daniel is transported.
Hm. A little better. Certainly topical, as I’m writing with this in the background. As usual.
Ok, your turn now.
8 Comments
I think “Doggerel Saturday” has a nice ring to it!
Books!
So
Many
Not enough
Hours in the day
To read and read and read some more.
I’m so bad at these things. I’ll try and think of something, and if I can get a decent thought, I’ll be back.
I wish I were Dr. Judy.
She certainly isn’t a prude-y.
Then again, even she has papers to grade!
Who woulda thunk she doesn’t have it made.
With
books
in a
cozy chair
a magical world
awaits nestled in their pages
Usually I am a haiku sort of gal, but that was fun!
If you DO go with ‘Doggeral Saturday’, that would be consistent with the idea that ‘even doggeral has its day’–er, well, you know what I mean.
I miss old Christopher Fry,
and hope someday to try
to thank him for his many plays
of vibrant, insinuated praise.
I wonder when I watch Colin Ferrell
just how much his life is in peril.
HIV is absent from his rants
about how often he drops his pants.
I pity the wife of Ken Lay
and wonder how much she’ll pay
for believing the word of a liar
whose freedom will soon expire.
By now I should know better than to stroll in here while partially somnulent because your posts usually require me to *think.*
I enjoyed reading the others contributions and oh, did I smile broadly at more math! I taught that F. sequence to support switching my career to art! Interesting and cool post, J! :D