Bad [Doggerel] From My Writing Past #10: You Can Call Me Doggerella (8/22/2003)
I’m the master poetaster;
Of disasters I’m the best,
For I make no alabaster,
Rather plaster… and a mess.
I make no sonnets in a bonnet
(Who would don it. Hell, not I),
And I doubt that I would flaunt it
If I did; I’d rather lie.
I compose no verbose longings.
I dream up no themes of love.
I propose my compost, yawning,
And I scheme for reams of guff.
Please don’t hate me. Venerate me!
Mine’s the best the worst can give.
All I make you enervates me.
It’s a test’ to how I live.
So call me Doggerella,
Mistress of the trashy rhymes,
The ash in Cinderella,
And the blank between the lines.
I put meaning in the meaningless,
The dog in doggerel.
It’s no visionary’s vision,
Just a special kind of hell.
Yes… I’m the master poetaster;
Of disasters I’m the best,
For I make no alabaster,
Rather plaster… and a mess.
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11 thoughts on “Bad [Doggerel] From My Writing Past #10: You Can Call Me Doggerella (8/22/2003)”
not that this relates at all, but is there any particular reason my mail to you is being blocked right now?
and i thought you liked me!
i’m gonna go pout now.
Jim, nope. I’m sure it’s just jealous gremlins messing with my e-mail. I’m hunting for them right now.
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Oh… okay. Make that "jealous monkeys."
::bewildered:: Hm.
No more monkeys jumping on the bed…
When it’s all fixed, I’ll know that Mama has called the doctor.
I still can’t get over the fact that "poetaster" is a real word.
Hee. That’s why I had to play with the word; I couldn’t believe it actually meant something.
Everytime I read that word I want to pronounce it "Poe Taster". Which of course is defined as one with Po’ Taste. 😀
Now, see? That makes sense.
Please pass those mashed poetasters, will ya?
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