Happy April, pard’ners! It’s about time for another session of Anyone Can Poem.
Thank you to everyone who stepped up to last month‘s challenge. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your poetic thoughts! Anyone and everyone is welcome to re-visit that post and fulfill the challenge; it’s an excellent first exercise for poets of all levels.
For this month, we’re going to try mimicry. Parody. Pastiche.
Now, before you panic and pretend you’re only here for the free peanuts, I’ll let you in on a few secrets:
- Parody is not difficult. Haven’t you heard the variants on “The Twelve Days of Christmas?”
- You can do this. How do I know? Elementary students run around the playground singing, “Jingle Bells! Batman smells! Robin laid an egg!”
…..
Maybe I should’ve used more seasonally-appropriate examples.
The important point is that parodying poems is simple. Don’t get offended if that’s your go-to, because ‘simple’ does not mean parody can’t be difficult. Simple, in this case, means it’s an easy place to start. Plus, like in an aerobics video, I’m going to have three levels of difficulty depending on your comfort level.
STAGE ONE: Parody a nursery rhyme. I recommend “Mary Had a Little Lamb” or “Little Jack Horner.”
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go….
© Sarah Josepha Hale
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I!”
© Mother Goose
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STAGE TWO: “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” or “This is Just to Say”
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter….
© Clement C. Moore
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
© William Carlos Williams
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STAGE THREE: William Shakespeare, Emma Lazarus, or William Wordsworth
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
“Sonnet 18,” © William Shakespeare
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
“The New Colossus,” © Emma Lazarus
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze….
“Daffodils,” © William Wordsworth
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The ‘rules’ are also simple: pick a stage (one, two, or three) and write a parody or pastiche. You can include it in the comments, or fill out the form and share it with only me.
Not sure where to start? Read over one of the included poems a few times. Think about how it could apply to another subject -perhaps to something humorous or to a topic that deeply resonates with you.
Change the original poem enough to fit your new subject, but retain some vestiges so that people know to what it refers. This can be done by keeping some of the words, especially those that rhyme; by rhyming with the words in the original; or by writing of similar happenings but with a different animal.
Harry had a giant ham,
Its skin was black as sloe;
Everyone who smelled its scent
Said, “Hey! That ham must go!”
Yeah… it’s a work in progress. You can do better. I know it. In fact, get on that ‘doing better’ right now! You’ve got a month; I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
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©2021 Chel Owens
Love this challenge, Chel. I should’ve gone for the beginners’ level, but when I saw Daffodils I had to follow their nodding heads. Because it’s daffodil season here, and because my character Matty shares a location with Wordsworth and craves his freedom. No floweres of any kind however in my parody:
She wandered lonely in her head
Through deepest valleys, steepest hills,
Her face a mask, emotions dead,
So was it grief or those damn pills?
Asylum brought her to her knees,
God would not help her, will you please?
This is very good, Anne, and very tragic.
Well done, Anne. 🙂
🙂 You know very well that the most important decision is which poem (and rhythm) speaks to you. Lovely.
A clever idea, Chel.
Thanks! I know many clever writers whom I hope to hear from! 😉
This is a fun challenge. I’ll try to make time to give it a go. 🙂
I would love to hear from you, Norah!
Thanks, Chelsea. I’ll see how I go.
I offer the following, as inspiration for Stage 3. The first alludes to the romance poets, the second to the Bard and the third to every pretentious modern poet in the pantheon. These are followed by schoolyard versions of Stage 1.
Sonnet: Be still, my swell-ed heart
I did but see her glassy-eyed, astride
her pied ride as she wended to her home,
sighing in her saddle set to the side,
clutching her cask of wine to her bos-ome.
Full sore my lovesick heart (and other parts) swell-ed
as Cupid’s arrow shrived my mortal soul
and I resolved to plight my troth once held
by the Fair Young Maid at my watering hole.
Dark Lady, I fulsome cried, be my bride
and let us to Lethe flee and there be wed.
She fix-ed me full-faced but gimlet-eyed
and intoned words that ‘minded of the dead.
“Marry, not marry, for I am wed to Sid
but as to your other needs, whatsay twenty quid*?”
*British slang for a pound
Shakes peer
‘Now is the winter of our wet cement’
quoth Lucy in her sty with diamonds in her silk-purse ears.
Meanwhile, in a battlefield far, far, away, Dicky Three hunched his back,
despairing at the sward strewn with sordid, sworded bodies in his path
and cried ‘A hearse, a hearse, my kingdom for a hearse’.
Hearing nothing but the sounds of silence he bellowed
‘Unleash the dogs of war. Out, damn-ed Spot and yes, you, Fido,
and you, frumious Bandersnatch.
And let no-one ask who let the dogs out.’
But alas, alack, the dud plan of attack now needed a patsy stone.
He roared so all could hear,
“Cry ‘Harry (and Meghan), England and Boy George’ ”
and hied himself to the tintinnabulation of the belfry of Notre Dame.
Thus it was left to the immoral bard, TS (George) Eliot to record,
on a cold, bright day whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
and the clock was striking thirteen,
“This is the way the world ends,
not with a clang but a boom-tish.”
God ignoring the bleak midwinter
The bleak midwinter arrived in
the middle of winter
and it was bleak.
Not moor bleak;
more bleak than that.
The wind was keen,
not in that American neat way
nor like mustard,
but sharp
and bleak
because it was midwinter.
I watched it being bleak midwinter
but I don’t think God did.
Stage 1 parodies
Jack and Jill
went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
poor old Jill
forgot the Pill
and now they have a daughter.
Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider
and sat down beside her
and she said
‘Get lost, hairy legs.’
Mary had a little lamb,
its fleece was as white as snow.
Everywhere that Mary went,
that lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day
and became lunch.
As always, Doug, truly in your element. I love how you keep the language but take it down naughty paths in the first; the second is strewn with many, many references to trip an unsuspecting reader up; I think you decided to go full-obvious after that… 😀 😀
Many thanks, Chel. Yes, I find it difficult (and depressing) to take the world seriously for very long. 🙂
I can tell!
Doug,
Me thinks thou art the Parody Master!
I just added mine – hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed yours!~
Jules
You are too kind, Jules, but I appreciate it nonetheless. I liked your submissions very much. 🙂
The two little bits weren’t mine.
Did you see… “Feelin’ Woozie…” ~ you can blame (um…credit) me for that 😀
My dad told me one for Mary had a little lamb, but I have no idea where he got it from,
so I am not claiming it as an original or mine!
Mary had a little lamb
That had a sooty foot,
And into Mary’s bread and jam
His sooty foot he put.
Here’s one from me though:
Larry had a runny nose,
His hanky was all dirty
So Mary gave him a toilet roll
With sheets of more than thirty.
👏🏻 I prefer the Di one!
hehe.
Hi Chel
I’m so glad I caught this post !
I love to read poetry but writing one is challenging.
I just posted a “poem” on your first challenge — hope that’s fine.
And I plan to take up this challenge. Tough for me.
Favorite poets – Wordsworth, Shakespeare, Carlos. But it will be fun to try parody.
Enjoyed reading the ones already posted .
Saifun
I read your other; thanks for participating! I look forward to your parody!
These aren’t mine, but they go along with the simple ones;
Mary had a little sheep
With it that night she went to sleep
The sheep turned out to be a ram,
So Mary had a little lamb.
…
Jack and Jill went up a hill
Each with a buck and a quarter
Jill came down with two and a half…
They didn’t go up for water.
😀 Very funny.
A first attempt — challenging. Irresistible. Not sure if I’ve really written a parody but anyways.
based on William Carlos Williams — ‘I have eaten”
I have eaten
watermelons
that were in
a red wheelbarrow
and sandwhich
of roast beef
saving
none for you
Forgive me
I leave you
for one sweeter
and warmer
A great ‘attempt,’ although I feel sorry for the one being addressed!
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OK Chel, This is all me:
Feelin’ Woozie
Prompt; Special CR; Parody (maybe stage two)
(The Over the Hill and Under the Bridge Song) Feelin’ Woozie
Feelin’ Woozie
Slow down you’re movin’ too fast
Gotta make my knee and hip replacements last!
Just trippin’ over the cobblestones
Looking for my discounted meds; Feelin’ woozie
Goo goo da, wha? My hearin’ aids’ askew; Feelin’ woozie
Hello my Lampkin whatcha knowin’?
See all our hard earned health care savings blowin’
Aintcha got any discount insurance for me?
Eyesights no longer twenty-twenty! Feeling Woozie
Huh, wha, who, where are you? Feelin’ woozie
I got no deeds, no antiques, nothin’ to leave
I’m mumblin’ without my false choppers and ready to heave
Let the Health Care home aides help me to pee…
Life I’ve lived you! – Feelin’ woozie
©JP/dh
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy)
Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy
Hello lamppost, what’cha knowing
I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’
Ain’t you got no rhymes for me?
Doo-ait-n-doo-doo, feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy
I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you, all is groovy
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Paul Simon
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy) lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
😀 Funny, Jules. Sad, too, but funny.
Another great parodist is Allan Sherman of ‘Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah fame
Yes. I did him with my diet parody. 🙂
I’m not that far gone… maybe in a few more years 😉
Who’s the master now? 🙂
I got the idea… then I had to print the words to the original, because I didn’t remember them all. I’m not great with actors or musicians. I wrote it by hand… then tweaked it 😀
See, a master craftsperson. 🙂
‘Measure twice, cut once.’
Or maybe just a little editing 😉
Oh my Chel, this is quite the challenge. In the end the much loved Twinkle Twinkle Little Star became the one to take the hit.
Snarky snarly
Little fink
We all know
How you think
Tattling tales
For all to see
A fiction writer
You must be
Snarky snarly
Little fink
You give us pause
To how we think
ooh…I may never wish on a star again. Well not a snarky star anyway!
Excellent! 🌟
Oh man, I still don’t think I’ll ever top my Zodiac Killer parody of the Canterbury Tales.
Oh, that’s a pinnacle of achievement. But, push it, H.!
(Seriously, you should read it!)
😉 We’ll see!
ooh… you’ve got to submit that here if you can! Or leave a link…
Or maybe not if it induces nightmares!!
Here’s the monstrosity. Only causes nightmares for Texans. https://hrrgorman.wordpress.com/2019/04/07/zodiac-killer-terrible-poetry-contest/
Yessss!!
Wow!!! I would not have known you fudged the lingo. Amazing. Really. Thanks for both the interpretation in ‘English’ and the ‘Original’.
I think there are many things that cause nightmares for any particular city. Unless one lives in a mythical Shangri-La – there’s gonna be some troubles.
Doug and I’ve been tossing the title ‘Master Crafter’ around. I think you get to have it now.
Haha, thanks!
That was pretty darn epic. I think I’d agree.
Haha, yeah. It was 100% my best terrible poetry contest entry. It’s one of my “highest viewed” posts.
Nice! It’s amazing.
Mimicry is a great way to learn, Chel. I mimicked several first pages of comp titles to dismantle the structure different authors use. This is a challenge for even the poet-reluctants. The style of William Carlos Williams appealed to me so I tried Stage 2.
TAMING OF THE WESTERN SHREWS
I have long-armed
the laws
that reined in
the West
of which
you were notably
ignoring
with dissent
Pardon, Ma’am
they were predestined
such might
and such bias
Agreed, Charli. Thank you for playing along. What a great idea to take it as a noble Western. 🙂
Here is my contribution, Chel 🙂
Oink, oink, pink pig
Have you any meat?
No sir, no sir,
I have cold feet.
Ask my sister,
And ask my mom,
And ask the little bear,
Who gurgles in his cage.
Nice! “Not I; these others are fatter and have more meat!”
Yes:) and please try the bear
Hi Chel
Having another go at mimicry – stuck in my mind – mind-stretching!
Shakespeare’s sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Shall I compare fall to a summer’s day?
Fall! more lovely and more temperate:
Spring storms tear at blossoms in May,
Summer arrives with not a cloud in sight
Lightning flashes; thunderstorms rumble.
Summer blossoms crumple, fall, fade.
Summer fades and fall blossoms.
Leaves turn color glorious and brilliant
Yellow gold orange, scarlet red indigo.
Alas, fleeting glory! brown ashen leaves fall.
Bare branches but life lives within the tree.
Days shorten, overcast skies, winter rain and snow.
Ages upon ages Nature’s changing seasons
And so long as spring returns, this gives life to thee.
Saifun
What an interesting angle. I love it.
thank you! I’m so glad you’re doing this blog – I’m looking at poems in a different way.
Thank you. That’s my aim!
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