My propensity for writing doggerel
is all my father’s fault ─
a funny man, a punny man
of temper unpredictable.
Sitting down to Sunday dinner
the chat was fast and furious.
He’d say a line or maybe two
and wait to see just who
would respond in manner curious.
The sillier the rhyme the better
“Holly, holly mistletoe
Sit the baby on the po … chair.
When he’s finished wipe his … er … face
and send him upstairs to the other place.”
Turn and turn about we’d go
the lines becoming scurrilous
rude or scatological
but careful to retreat in time
to disarm his temper perilous.
And so you see before you
the result of my father’s genes,
writing really awful poetry
(but careful to avoid obscene)
and always having fun.
Walt Wojtanik is guest hosting at dVerse, with a request for a character study of someone who has influenced or inspired us.. Oops, I’ve just spotted that we’re not supposed to identify our character…too late now.
This one made me smile. You will make me love poetry yet. 🙂
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Oh, no doubt he had a HUGE influence on you…and I thank him for it.
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Humour laced and nicely paced. A Vivienne earmark! Well written, Viv. Thanks for the much needed smile!
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Ah, the influence of a good father. If it weren’t for us horrible punsters, where would us kids have gotten our funsters…? Or something like that.
I loved the poem!
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I love this. It’s so alive with humour and reality. Well done!
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Thanks.
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A poet called Viv from La Manche
Had been given a generous tranche
Of poetic skill
Or whatever you will
By Le Bon Dieu over languorous lunch…
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Thanks, Kate.
Considering it was in the heyday of rationing, the lunches were far from languorous – bread and pull it high on the menu! But I love your lyrical limerick in reply!
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But the Almighty must have been feasting on sole bonne femme when he handed out the talent that day 🙂
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Blushing now.
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Tee hee, and I even managed to slip in a pun. Sorry, just can’t help myself….
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Ha.. never thought it awful, writing funny poetry is the hardest you can do… I have tried so many time, but my father was never funny in that way. More with irony in my case I think. That little rhyme was puntastic….
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