Duelling doggerel!

McTag has been talking to Don Marquis' poet, archy.

mehitabel is such a great name. I planned on naming my kid that for a while. (no, I didn't.)

Lol!!! No - you named her "Sozlet".....



Doh...


lol

I'm glad this thread it did not die -
That it's still quick it glads my eye -
For when all else is hot and furious
I come and make a rhyme that's spurious.

How fleet the fumbling foot of day
Deftly dances night away!
How nimbly, the busy sun
(That old, unruly fool of Donne)
Has snatched the stars
And cruelly jars
Awake a grouchy, stumbling, Bun.

Some of the allusions on this thread
Are queer, austere
Not at all clear
Some in-jokes from folks
Etherfriends, it never ends
But why are we here?
To interfere?
To spread some cheer
To have a ramble and a rummage
Through the dunnage
Share a thought
Spread a rumour
Hear the buzz, catch the vibe
Of another tribe
Web aptly named
Strands that spread everywhere
Marathon runner, pony express
Mail coach to broadband
Fibre optics and radio waves
Think of all the postage you save
Quicker than Ariel, Mercury, Tinkerbelle
Message, away! Off you go! Speed well!

McTag's facility
For rhyming ability
Compares most admirably
To Dot Parker on bubbly.
Still I find more troubling
This end-word-sound doubling;
But I'll type this up anyway
And hope not too many say,
"What crap!
What pap!
This chap is apt at note-ing --
And with much ado -- almost nothing."

Not too make too long a point of things, but wishing to explain
That last post was posted with the last page on the brain.
Double-checking myself has caught myself up.
A-yup.

Don Marquis, who wrote in 'Archy and Mehabitel' in 1927:
'Insects have their own point of view about civilisation; a man thinks he amounts to a great deal, but to a flea or a mosquito, a human being is merely something good to eat'

Ah, I found this on the Web
It explains a bit about what was said
And reminds me of this little rhyme below
It's soon off out now meself must go

"Bigger fleas have little fleas
Upon their backs to bite 'em
And little fleas have littler fleas
And so ad infinitum."

Where's the "dog" gone, doggone it all
Ahh-Eeeeh-Yah, remember Tarzan's call
It woke up all the animals, from sloth to chimpanzee
And brought them all a-running, to have a quick look-see

Good morning, good morning to everyone here.
I hope that you all are of very good cheer.
I'm thinking of donning a pair of new socks
'Cause this is the day of the Spring Equinox.
What hose has to do with this particular time,
I really don't know. Just seeking a rhyme.
Here it is Sunday, a day to relax,
Go through old magazines, stacked up in stacks,
To frolic and laugh and giddily sing,
"The Winter's all done, it's Spring, it's Spring!!!"

I understand that Johnny Weismuller enlivened the wee hours of the morning in his nursing home by rendering the Victory Call of the Wild Bull Ape. Patients demanded he be moved to another floor.

When Cheetah and Jane left the Apeman's life
One for bananas much riper
One for more kids to diaper
Handsome Johnny saw nothing but strife.

Johnny and Jane were swingers in trees
With apes and birds and oh, lots of fleas
Poor Cheetah and all the mammals around
The fleas got the better of them all, up and down
Then flying bunnies and ravens did come on the Scene
And all of the animals wondered where they
Had been.
Retorting, cavorting and playing with words
The wordplay and verses and quips forced a bird
To fly off and ask for a new thread to use
For dueling and skewering and general abuse.
But all was in fun, much needed indeed
For on this thread our sanity might find a seed.

Good job Diane, that was nice
A good read and a merry
I like to read the poems of
diverse companions, very

Much entertained I am and how
The fleeting moments go
In dibbling, dabbling dubdubdub
And billy bally bo.

Sanity may find a seed, you say, upon this thread?
Well may that be, but little feed, I think, within THIS bed!
McTag may dibble 'til he dies, and search amongst the grains,
For nutrient for that small seed which grows a mighty sanes.
And yet, methinks, there's many sanes which grow unchecked herewith,
And many threads where mighty brains debate with thought and pith -
Where discord grows, or, now and then, agreement finds a hub -
But there just aren't many places where a girl can say "dubdub".

Billy Bally went to score
some chips at the Cash and Carry.
He fled the store with crisps galore
and ran to board a ferry.

Taken to task upon the high seas
for his failure to ask and his virulent sneeze,
his lack of tissues, and odour so fierce,
he was made to wash cars and pour all the beers.

Three short thin players and one big fat one
V for Victory sounds like that one
It don't mean a thing if you can't have a fling
So evvabody get down, and do your thing.

Do your thing, do your thing
was that not a riff one Spring
or the next, but then things devolved
hearts arrayed, and ne'er the questions solved.

A curry of gargantuan size I had with friends tonight
With beer and extras, coffee too, my clothes now fit too tight
A garlic bhuna lamb I had, it did delight the senses
The garlic now pervadeth all, my wife has no defences
They must have used a whole bulb, boy, I've never had so much
No vampire could survive that lot, I'm not quite used to such
It's quarantined all day I'll be, and that will be no joke
I simply cannot go around asphyxiating folk