*This poem is not recommended for those inclined to sit and stare incoherently. If you, or anyone you know intimately (and by intimately I refer to societal intimacy, not necessarily physical intimacy, although I certainly approve of that, too, so go for it if you take a notion), has previously demonstrated a predilection for said catatonia, I must insist that you read no further.
The Management
The Management
‘Tis Marshly Voravé
Muskrim and pelgrave, we dwimble…
Farthing bare for soot so afoot,
Flash sodden! Crash noggin!
Twit! Twat! Twut!
Paramour and belgrade, we gimble…
Nonce put merkin’s rare agog,
Cinch plodden! Brash scoggin!
Nit! Gnat! Gnut!
Plethora rare and bodkin’s sweet hare,
Ambience miffed only to pout,
Kenny loggin’, Marbury doggin’!
Muskrim and pelgrave, we dwimble…
Farthing bare for soot so afoot,
Flash sodden! Crash noggin!
Twit! Twat! Twut!
Paramour and belgrade, we gimble…
Nonce put merkin’s rare agog,
Cinch plodden! Brash scoggin!
Nit! Gnat! Gnut!
Plethora rare and bodkin’s sweet hare,
Ambience miffed only to pout,
Kenny loggin’, Marbury doggin’!
Shit! Shat! Shut!
15 comments:
Well, as you can clearly see, I finally coughed up the $20 bucks and they brought him back. Sorry it took me so long but he seems no worse for the wear! (btw, this is fun to read.)
i had no idea you spoke french bob.....
Answer = Bob Church
Question = What do you get when you mix a little Mark Twain, Brautigan, Stephen King, Erma Bombeck, and Lewis Carroll?
I wish I said that.
I think that all the time.
klk
Gee, I was singing that all day - oh, to live in that mind - mine field - thanks
Yes, yes, I can see how you might get my work confused with that of the great literary masters... it's a terrible burden being mistaken for one of the great ones. Why, just the other day, a woman stopped me on the street and said, "Hey, aren't you Erma Bombeck?"
Well... needless to say, I couldn't reach for my Sharpie fast enough! I don't think she'll ever know that the signature is a fraud... before she walked away, she complimented my beard.
Fine, Mr. SmartyPants...see if I leave you another compliment....
By the way, that woman that stopped you on the street the other day? It was me!
*snort*
Karen-- Well, meet me at the mall and I'll guide you over to LensCrafters... LOL
Oh, and I think you should know... your praise has caused me considerable trauma. I now live in my office because my head will no longer fit through the door.
Well, that was insane... in a good way.
Hahah, cool, crash noggin, tongue cant find, bash noggin, haha,
Reminds me of Jabberwocky but in a Monty Python sort of way, and where did you get picture of me? lmao
I wove the garbled gangled calypso's of the mangled drovel drivel and de sparkle springle spangle of the invent and in the vent of the hollow...if u wote dis den I bole be4 u...and knot after...
noahthegreat-- Is there any other kind of insanity?
rch-- Don't put your pitcher on the net and it won't get stolt!
gingatao-- I'm a little surprised (and not a little hurt) that you didn't pick up on the Kenny Loggins reference. Apparently, if I don't hammer you with Jim Messina as well, everyone's memory goes bye-bye. (Or maybe you're too young to remember Loggins & Messina, who knows...)
Poetman-- You write "if u wote dis den I bole be4 u...and knot after..." If I wrote this? IF I wrote this?
I'm crushed... use your head, man, can you think of another single human who'd want to write this?? Give your fellow poets a little credit... that's all I ask.
...with my head bowed...and my shame apparent...I give richly deserved credit to you Bob...This piece is a masterpiece of form - with its rolls of language...I really like it...
I was so taken in by the photo and the ancientness of the sound of its language that I actually thought the poem to be a very Old English poem...pardon me while I blush embarrassment and ignorance of actual Old English Poetry...
I know you wrote Kenny Loggin - and here is my ignorance again - I thought it possible that a "Kenny Loggin" might be a thing or something...OH Well, so I got kind of cute in my response and tried to duplicate a tiny part of the form...but alas I missed the mark...and I hope you take no true offense to my imprudence...
Regards
Poetman
Poetman-- Are you serious? How could I ever be upset when you come and see me? Listen, this 'poem' was really me laughing at myself. I do love the sound of Middle English and Shakespearian English, but I love Monty Python even more, so there's no way I would ever get upset when you have a little fun with my writing, ESPECIALLY since I realize it's, for the most part, intentionally ridiculous!
To me, writing is about having fun... fun with the language, fun with emotions (both my own and others'), and many times I get entranced by the sounds of words and pursue their alliterative enticements wherever they may lead. I once wrote a nonsense piece "Hot Cross Buns Which Yonder Bake, I Cannot Deign But Ask For" (http://not-quite-right-bubba.blogspot.com/2006/10/hot-cross-buns-which-yonder-bake-i.html) that intentionally butchers the language just because I liked the sounds of the words.
So, please... I'm not at all offended... quite the contrary. Your instincts were quite correct, actually. Just understand that about 80% of everything you'll ever see me put up is probably irrational, nonsensical, or written with tongue firmly lodged in cheek.
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