Doggeral

Piet Hein
Was, indeed, fine.
But if you prefer something without any scansion,
Whether in a hut or a mansion,
There's no better high-class trash
Than the verse of Ogden Nash.

(Love Ogden - STILL don't have a big enough pot saucer - grrrrr - after I broke my back getting it into the bigger one...grrrr - how do I write doggerel about that?)

I hate similes and things that rhyme.
Things? How can a thing rhyme?
A dot doesn't rhyme with anything.

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dot - bot, cot, not, snot, blot, frot, lot, hot, Camelot, ocelot, blame 'er not, Lancelot....phew, I could go on - but - LOL!

My tribute to ABBA

Agnetha had quite the face
and a pretty voice.
Divorcing Bjorn was her choice,
she said "I need my space."

to such delight at all who see
the wonder of this thread to bare
a limerick or a rhyming line
is more forever with the wear
to make this moment more complete
all laughter is a must
take the lines
and make them rhyme
and shake out all the dust

Some pretty decent doggorel there,
Colorbook of the feline stare.
Welcome to the poets' nook.
Welcome, welcome, Colorbook.

Merry Andrew's said it best,
But we all say it too, we rest....

Throwing stones or throwing rice?
Throwing bird seed is a bother.
I would think all three are nice.
Throwing kisses I would rather(broad "A")

thank you all who read this thread
the course of doggerel is not dead
I post my thanks
your all so kind
push the button to rewind

Letty, between Broad "A" and Broad "B", I think I'll take Broad "B". More bounce to the ounce.

'Tis Monday morning, here, god wot -
And so I droop and sigh a lot -
The work I brung home lies undone,
So sorrow and my soul are one...

Andrew, I don't have a broad A
Always wished for one, in a way.
The bunny is sad, and that makes me feel
Bad.
Cause I wish I could help to defray,
The workload of gloomy Mon Day.

Hey, cheer up; dig into the fray
You can say goethe
You bet your shirta
Let Calgon take you away.
(don't have no bubbles, tho.)

Back to my day job
Same old same old spew
like I've been here before
(it's called day-job view)

Oh, my Gawd, Seal. I love it!

To Seal and his cubicle of night,
Turning humdrum into second sight,
While his poetry is harbored by light

Oops
I ate a whole raisin pie
Oops
I drank a cot of poffee
Oops

Now I been broke but not as bad as you
First time I ever seen anyone eat newspaper stew
And that tea you drink is quite a brew
Seein' it's made of carpet grass and Elmer Glue
When you gonna quit that job in the cheap labor crew
And come on over to where Democrats work for you
It ain't no crime to want some pay for the job you do
Just like it ain't no crime to want accountability too
When's the last time you felt free to express what's true
With no one, not neighbor nor bossman, to come down on you
Calling you socialist for wanting simple justice that's due
Don't vote cheap labor Republicans neo con zoo
Not if you want someone to do what's best for you

Sorry; I couldn't control the content once I got past the fourth line. By then they have a mind of their own.

Now I've never been to heaven but I've been told
The streets up there are lined with gold
Don't tell George Bush 'n' Cheney 'bout that
Or they'll declare WMDs are caveat
Don't tell 'em about hell neither
They'll just get Hoover a waiver
And Hoover's already got the cabin fever
To get out and be the conservatives' savior

Cheap suit
Big brute
Face cream
Halloween
The gray clown's got wienie toes
Eat clams
Big hams
Comb your face
Gown of lace
Hot foot clown's got wienie roast