Our readers ask us--nosily--
Why we always write so prosily.
So though it may sound so silly,
We'll try our hand at verse.
Our words will soar poetically!
(Though we'll add parenthetically
That that's just hypothetically:
They may sound much much worse.)
Today's a day for poetry!
In case you didn't know it, see?
So we'll provide a potpourri
Of words that swing and sway.
And at the same time not neglect--
For that would be most incorrect--
Our duty, which is to reflect
On stories of the day.
Congress votes on Obamacare!
We're sure there'll be some drama there.
(Should that have been a comma there,
At the end of that first line?
(Or should it have been a period?
Our choices are so myriad.
"Semi-colon?" WOS queri-ed.
All would have worked just fine.)
McChrystal has announced a ban:
Now poppies in Afghanistan
Can grow as free as turnips can.
No interdiction here!
It's all to win the hearts and minds
Of poppy growers whose behinds
And livelihoods are on the line
So they won't live in fear.
We hope this bit of doggerel
Won't make you wish this blogger ill
Or make you want to flog him 'til
He cannot write no more.
We swear 'til next March 21st
We will not attempt any verse
Lest you all load us in a hearse.
We now say au revoir.
You were doing so WELL, too (I'll forgive the scansion of "so silly"... the rhyme is clever) then came the last two stanzas. You know (i'm sure) that "poetic license"-which forgives all things- would have allowed "flog 'er till (sp.)" to keep the rhyme, so I'll attribute that to a desire not to gender confuse your readers.
ReplyDeleteWhat I CANNOT forgive is rhyming "21st" with it's "ersTTTTTT" with verse and/or hearse. It's sheer laziness!!! Just off the top of my head (which is older ^ more senile than yours) I can think of: "We won't try proving we're well-versed/ lest our body be en-hearsed"
It seems Anonymous has cursed
ReplyDeleteThe poem written as your worst
You have been better at well-versed
I must say, this is a first
Usually you have a thirst
For excellence and now you've burst
That champagne bubble, your lips pursed
In death avoidance, unrehearsed