Tailgaters
Mar. 11th, 2011 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marnanelA thread on a poetry forum is about "tailgaters": you take the first line of a famous poem, and make it into an often satirical couplet.
Here are some of mine:
Batter my heart, three-person'd God,
And serve it up with chips and cod.
It little profits that an idle king
Should dress up like a lumberjack and sing.
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves?
Protection when greeting my lady-loves.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
But immigrants aren't welcome any more.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
July the fourth? Not quite. The first of May?
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour.
I need your disinfectant's cleansing power.
Someone else provided this, which I loved:
Something there is that does not love a wall.
But when I crap I like a private stall.
And I read this a long time ago and I forget where:
When I have fears that I may cease to be
I go and make myself a cup of tea.
Here are some of mine:
Batter my heart, three-person'd God,
And serve it up with chips and cod.
It little profits that an idle king
Should dress up like a lumberjack and sing.
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves?
Protection when greeting my lady-loves.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
But immigrants aren't welcome any more.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
July the fourth? Not quite. The first of May?
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour.
I need your disinfectant's cleansing power.
Someone else provided this, which I loved:
Something there is that does not love a wall.
But when I crap I like a private stall.
And I read this a long time ago and I forget where:
When I have fears that I may cease to be
I go and make myself a cup of tea.
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Date: 2011-03-15 05:26 pm (UTC)FiFuSQFIlyn
Date: 2011-09-29 03:20 pm (UTC)