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I receive three e-mail word-of-the-days (1,2,3). Yesterday I got the word 'clerihew.' (bottom of linked page)- "A humorous, pseudo-biographical verse of four lines of uneven length, with the rhyming scheme AABB, and the first line containing the name of the subject." So I wrote a few and collected some submitted by friends:
| From Misagh Ziaei: Misagh Zee, Tired as can be, Had to study for exams, But wrote a clerihew for his fans. § Mees, Wanted world peace, Needed sleep, Had no sheep. § Aryian Barbarian, Lives in Marion, Likes to laugh, Can't stand the gaff. § Martin Braithwaite, Has no mate, Does he groan and mope? Nope. § Badi', His spirit soars farther than the eye can see, He was like you and I, For our Faith, we must live and die. From Gordon Braithwaite: My brother, Is more annoying than my mother, He wishes to one day have two cars, Why couldn’t he get SARS? § My dog, O why didn’t I choose a frog? At last count he was seven, Hopefully by eight he’ll be in heaven. § My oldest brother, Lives with his mother, He complains about the cold, At 22 years old. § Crusty and chip, Are things you would associate with dip, For me I think of bustin’ No wait I think of Justin. § Gordon’s the name, And if you think my poems are lame, I’ll hunt you down en mass, And kick your @ss. From Martin Braithwaite: |