Duelling doggerel!

Beth's thread - where it all began
here is beth's thread

I didn't steal beth's poll,
You villan with no soul,
My eyes I'll start to roll,
You paint me as a troll!

Oh where oh where has his avatar gone?
Oh where oh where can it be?
The space looks sad
And it drives me mad!
Oh where oh where can it be?

To this nonsense, I can add only this
(Said he, blowing dlowan a kiss):
Though my habit it is to be terse,
I'll join this, for better or verse.

With little to write and little to say,
I ponder why I come this way.
Insults hurled in every post,
Probably at me the most.

My friend who says he's gone fishin'
Expects to get insults galore.
But I think that thinkin's just wishin'.
We'll see what the gods have in store.

Merry! Fishin'! Hurray!

I just woke up - can't think of any doggerel yet - but I'll be bavk!

There are some folks who are brilliant,
There are some folks who are slow,
But stupid or bright,
You'll find all them right,
Here on Able2Know!

Not the greatest rhyming, but what the hell, it's my first try at "poetry"!

Just a quick note off he deshes --
There's Pheonix rising from her ashes!
We're all wannabe Ogden Nashes!!!

Merry Andrew- ROTFLMAO!

Merry Andrew we all love to pieces
For his wit and his warmth and his zingers
Our poor grammar he gravely polices
Yet those typos that trip off his fingers!

Merry, Phoenix, Sozobe - WOW!

Ah, doggerel is ever gentle fun,
Though often much despised and seldom read,
This form has golden prizes seldom won,
And sure to fame and fortune seldom led.
I have seen verses hailed and decked with light,
But no light to our dim halls creeps and peeks,
To other poems is portioned sweet delight,
They say our chosen verse form creeps and creaks!
I love to hear it spoke, yet well I know,
That other verses have a sweeter sound.
I grant my muse is deaf and rather slow,
And often, when she walks, trips to the ground,
And yet, by heav'n, I think dogg'rel as rare
As any verse that's formed by wit and air!

A poesy debutante? Now surely, Deb, you taunt.
So quick in wit, so glib of tongue --
'Tis damnably hard to note wherein ye lack.
And all t'other elements I sadly want,
Lie here so mixed in one thus young,
Nature stands to say, "World, this ain't no hack!"

Sonnets ain't doggerel, Deb.

Keep it up and you'll get sent to the "Quite Elegant Poetry" corner.

Now comes Debacle, full of fire,
The folk hereabouts to inspire.
His verses, like an angel choir,
Raise the stakes here higher and hi'er.

Able2Know is
home to many poets who
are quite lovable.

http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/m_r/parker/lightverse.htm

There was a young lady from Kent
Who dated an elderly gent,
He had not much brains,
Kept complaining of pains,
But lord, oh the money he spent!

Lovely doggerel all! AND two wonderful poems by Debacle and MA! Phoenix, is that your own limerick? I love it!

Why - thank you Jespah. Where are they? lol

Er - Deb, old ......er.......chap.......is there something you want to tell us? You seem to have changed a little? Thank you for the interesting read! Great site.

You think I'm seeking high Parnassus' crown?
You think I hope to write some deathless verse?
Why, at the lowest pass I'd tumble down,
And skin my knees - or maybe something worse.....