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    Scots wha' hae? This is wonderful, Kiltee!

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    Exclamation

    Good fir the mousie!
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Great job with ALL of the previous parodies. Thanks Prince, now I have to go back and re-read some Thomas (no, really I should do it anyway.) I like Sleepy's version of the nymph+shepherd classic better than that of yours truly. The parody of R---r--r-r--obert Burns by Kilted Exile along with Pen's good-natured response both show a facility with the burrr-rr. And Fire-fangled's Wallace Stevens parody shows an expert knowledge of her (or is it "his") favorite poet. By the way, I still have a dog-eared, thirty-year old W. Stevens anthology entitled "The
    Palm at the End of the Mind." Let's wave a praising palm towards all of these accomplished parodists on the LitNet!
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    delete
    Last edited by AuntShecky; 02-16-2008 at 05:06 PM. Reason: Can't get lines to end at the right spot!

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    On First Looking Into, At, Around, and Through
    “The Egotistical Sublime”

    Much of his travel makes us wait around, as if for gold,
    and he hangs out in realms where stars have been seen
    round. Expects -– hell, requires! – - a query where he’s been,
    which in turn he deletes or puts the call on hold,
    oft reserving an expanse off-campus (the dad pays, I’m told)
    that he keeps as his private – - you’re kidding! - – demesne.
    Yet he’s all gaga and “into” some siren serene,
    till he says he’s God’s image of The One who’s bold.
    Then the dame has no mercy for this clod’s head in the skies.
    When diss’d, he scoots to scribe – - no pencil in his ken – -
    to keyboard to peck: “brids’ wont sing unless she opens her eyes!!!”
    He jots facts that don’t jibe: right ocean, wrong men.
    Look’d at himself as the Second Coming of Keats, a wild surmise.
    Silent proof no one can stand the guy at Yale or in Darien.

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    Princess Idle
    (w. apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan)


    I'm no damned good at symmetry and versifying gimmickry.
    The wrenching rhymes that I've thus wrought are often fraught with limerick-ry.
    In track-wide doubt I ever can train a wretchéd line to scan,
    I am the very model of a swayback poet also-ran.

    I slice my bread before the wise, and the sharp advice they live to give
    says even the wriest loaf is stale, très trite, if not derivative,
    referring to my alluding skill as swill from a cut-and-paster-er.
    I am the moldy mold of a post-modern poet-taster-er.

    The Greats whom I strain to parody and flatter with temerity
    I take more seriously than myself, which “I say with all sincerity.”
    No tears will drip, but laughs may trip out of my rash and leaky pen.
    I am a photocopy of a poet-slash-comedienne.

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    Smile

    Jabberwocky

    T’was brillig within the beamish brain,
    pulsating with REM-sleep,
    and one could almost hear the furious
    breeding of the threshing neurons
    within the convolutions of the cortical gyri,
    producing by their uffish adultery
    the mimsy wisps of hallucinatory vapors
    that men call “Dreams.”
    Beware, my son, beware,
    for although most of these ethereal essences
    are perfectly harmless—
    some are Boojums!

    Pendragon

    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Theme Along With Me

    This theme song is for a guy posing as a natural foods fan in order to impress women:

    (To the tune of Cole Porter’s “I Get a Kick Out of You”)

    I get a kick from romaine.
    Chateaubriand doesn't turn me right on.
    So tell me, what’s in that ragout?
    For I get a kick from tofu.

    I get a kick every time I see
    a chicken ranging freely
    although it seems to be
    that obviously
    no chick will dine with me.

    No dates, I can't catch a break.
    Might as well go and order the steak
    and tell you something that’s true:
    I don't really care for tofu.

    The next one’s going out to a wife whose husband has a new prescription that’s working too well:

    (To the tune of “Our Love is Here to Stay” by the Gershwins)

    It’s very clear
    your ‘love’ is here to stay.
    Seems like a year
    that it’s been this way.
    Uh-oh, my dear
    I see you've got some gumption.
    But I sure could use
    a little more ‘dysfunction.’
    You took some cold showers,
    but after four hours,
    you still only want to play,
    and your ‘love’ is here to stay.

    And finally, here’s a post-modern conundrum – a parody of a parody for a neophyte tourist in Sin City who learns that what happens in a parody should stay in a parody:

    (A variation of the parody of “The Dance of the Hours,” by the late, great Allan Sherman)

    Hello Muddah, hello Faddah
    Here I am out in Nevadah.
    It’s exciting and amusing,
    And I think I'll have some fun when I stop losing.

    Tried my luck at the one-armed bandit–
    Lots o’ lemons, I can't stand it!
    Thought the slot was a rotten deal
    Till the run-around I got from the roulette wheel.

    I placed a bet, oh, Muddah, Faddah,
    on blackjack yet!
    I don't know what to do –
    I keep hitting twenty-two!

    Now I'm losing five-star pokah
    and I'm going even brokah.
    Hope that we don't become beggahs
    Wish I'd gone away to camp instead of Vegahs!
    Last edited by AuntShecky; 06-23-2009 at 01:40 PM. Reason: Rhyme scheme in line 2 was wrong

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    Quote Originally Posted by AuntShecky View Post
    This theme song is for a guy posing as a natural foods fan in order to impress women:

    (To the tune of Cole Porter’s “I Get a Kick Out of You”)

    I get a kick from romaine.
    Chateaubriand doesn't thrill me at all.
    So tell me, what’s in that ragout?
    For I get a kick from tofu.
    ........
    Those are all fantastic, Auntie, and so imaginative. But if I had to pick one favorite from the bunch, it would probably be the second one - the one about dysfunction. I guess the singer had to call her husband's doctor after four hours, since apparently he wasn't about to make the phone call.
    Last edited by DickZ; 06-22-2009 at 03:16 PM.

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    I posted this ages ago in another thread, but it seems to fit better here.

    Paradise Apprehended

    Mayhap in youth thou wast obliged to read,
    For reason unbeknownst or unreveal’d
    Or e’en set forth though not well understood,
    A poem, like the world, devoid of end;
    And somewhat sparsely stocked with full-stops, too,
    Though forc’d full as a feather’d Christmas goose
    With sub-clauses, enbracketed asides,
    Diversions in parentheses unseen
    And colons scatter’d: broadcast, as might be
    From out the hand of God like silver’d stars
    Thrown careless ’pon the darkling firmament
    In multitudes to mortal mind confound:
    Which – and here we’re harking back to ‘poem’ –
    Was billed in the curriculum or notes
    As perhaps the greatest blank-verse epic work
    In English; or in any other tongue:
    And ploughing through it, line by turgid line,
    As one compelled to eat a sheepskin rug,
    Thou mayst have wondered what the bloody hell
    Could be the gain, of knowledge, or of joy,
    Despite whate’er grades thou wouldst achieve
    To rise to high Academe.

    Fair point.
    In truth, the lumpen tone of Paradise
    Lost
    is such a product of its time
    That it’s of int’rest only to those few
    To whom Milton is Hist’ry (not High Art!)
    As ‘twere a mammoth cold-preserv’d in ice.
    On top of that, the poem’s moral stance
    And theologick thrust are obsolete.
    Age of Reason, my spare freaking rib.
    E’en as metaphor it’s pretty lame.
    Were style and content not enough to zonk
    Thee off to sleep as might a hand-cupped draught
    Of Lethe’s flow or poppy’s Orient sap,
    Then John’s insistent soporific iambs
    Thumping like a party down the hall
    Will spirit dull and senses all benumb.
    Ti-dum ti-dum ti-dum ti-bloody-dum.

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    Oh my God! How did I miss these? Especially as you took one of the mant sacrosanct lyrics by St. Cole - and made it into something that even He would have to admire!

    Quote Originally Posted by AuntShecky View Post
    This theme song is for a guy posing as a natural foods fan in order to impress women:

    (To the tune of Cole Porter’s “I Get a Kick Out of You”)

    I get a kick from romaine.
    Chateaubriand doesn't turn me right on.
    So tell me, what’s in that ragout?
    For I get a kick from tofu.

    I get a kick every time I see
    a chicken ranging freely
    although it seems to be
    that obviously
    no chick will dine with me.

    No dates, I can't catch a break.
    Might as well go and order the steak
    and tell you something that’s true:
    I don't really care for tofu.
    "You must be the change you want to see in the world." Gandhi

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    Gee, thank you, Prince! I've totally forgotten about this thread. Will try to come up with some new ones soon.

    Better yet, perhaps the more accomplished and wittier LitNutters will post some good parodies.

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    Quote Originally Posted by AuntShecky View Post
    Gee, thank you, Prince! I've totally forgotten about this thread. Will try to come up with some new ones soon.

    Better yet, perhaps the more accomplished and wittier LitNutters will post some good parodies.
    I was tempted, believe you me, and even began a parody of "The Raven" but found it almost impossible to exceed the innate parodic quality of the original.

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    Mr. Leopold Bloop pigged out on chunks of cow, pigs innards and bit’s of bird’s bit’s. He liked stodgy offal soup, grizzled nuts, a crude creation made from something uncrude, an unheard of undelicacy. Most of all he liked charified hardened lambykins blood which gave to most peoples palate’s a vile tang of strong smelling ****.

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