A practical plethora of parodies.
So Much More Depends (after "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams) so much more depends upon the red chickens glazed with hot sauce beside the barbecue pit
How Do I Loathe Thee (after "How Do I Love Thee" (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning) How do I loathe thee, Boss? Let's count the ways. I loathe thee to the depth and breadth and height My fist can reach, when throwing thee a right For the ends of smacking thee upon thy face. I loathe thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet punch, in sun or neon light. I loathe thee freely, as employees might. I loathe thee purely, as they sock to daze. I loathe thee with a passion put to use With kung fu, tai-kwon-do, karate chop. I loathe thee with a hate I seemed to lose With my lost club--I loathe thee with a bop Upon thy nose or chin, and if God choose, I shall but loathe thee better when you drop.
Let Us Go, Then, You and I (after "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," by T.S. Eliot) Let us go, then, you and I, up the stairs into the sky. Let us climb the points of stars that twinkle like the lights of cars. Let us touch the moon, the sun, and every planet, like this one. Let us drink the Milky Way that pours into the glass of day. Let us sail the great Big Dipper like a cosmic Yankee Clipper. Let us leave the shores of space And cross the universe's face and splash through waves that lap the beach whose flowing edge we never reach and feel the skin of timeless time where feeling disappears in rhyme. Let us go, then, you and I: Down there's the earth, up here's the sky.
She Dwelt among Ungoldy Ways (after "She Dwelt among Untrodden Ways" by William Wordsworth) She dwelt among ungodly ways Without a bar of Dove Or any other soap, and thus She had no one to love; A stinkweed by a mossy stone Half hidden from the nose! --Fair as a skunk, when only one Is standing near a rose. She lived unclean, and few could know When Lucy bathed, you see; But now she's in the tub, and oh, The difference to me!
MARY HADE A RHYTHMIC LAMB
Like any traditional rhymed poem worth its salt, the "Lamb" has a strong rhythm. The first line has four beats, the second three, and so on, alternating four and three beats to the end. In the parodies below, each has a consistent rhythm throughout. "Her Lamb" has 1 beat in each of the eight lines. "Mary's Lamb" has 2 beats in each line. The progression continues to 6 beats in each line. I tried to make all of these lambs have the spirit of the original lamb immortalized in the poem by Sarah Josepha Hale.
Her Lamb (1 beat per line) Her lamb Like snow With her Would go. It broke A rule And went To school. Mary's Lamb (2 beats per line) Mary's lamb Was white as snow-- And where she went, The lamb would go. To school it went! That broke a rule. The children laughed: "A lamb's in school!" Mary Had a Lamb (3 beats per line) Mary had a lamb, Its fleece was white as snow, And everywhere she went, The lamb was sure to go. It went to school with her, That was against the rule, The children laughed and played To see a lamb in school. Mary Had a Little Lamb (4 beats per line) Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was downy white like snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was always sure to go. It followed her to school one day, That was against the district's rule. It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb like hers in school. Mary Had a Tiny Little Lamb (5 beats per line) Mary had a tiny little lamb, Its fleece was frosty white like driven snow, And everywhere its owner, Mary, went, The lamb was always sure that it would go. It followed Mary to her school one day. That was, alas, against the school board's rule. It made the children chuckle, laugh, and play To see a lamb just like that one in school. Mary Had a Teeny-Tiny Little Lamb (6 beats per line) Mary had a teeny-tiny little lamb, Its fleece was frosty white just like the driven snow, And everywhere its loving owner, Mary, went, The lamb was absolutely sure that it would go. It followed Mary closely to her school one day. That was, alas, against the school board's strictest rule. It made the children giggle, chuckle, laugh, and play To see an itsy-bitsy lamb like that in school.
|Printer friendly Cite/link Email Feedback|
|Date:||Aug 1, 2014|
|Previous Article:||What is the least loaded letter?|
|Next Article:||Garden paths.|