Tuxedowacky -- A Jabberwocky Parody

Kelly at Big A little a started a Poetry Friday blogging "tradition" not long ago. I haven't been as active a participant as I'd like, as you can see if you look at her previous Friday posts with links to those who joined in the fun. But this morning when I saw that Bookshelves of Doom had gone with Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky for the day, wellllll... I have dusted off a parody of the Jabberwocky I once did and post it as my contribution to Poetry Friday. So with apologies to Mr. Carroll (and to you all for one particular stanza I still don't love!)....


Tuxedowacky
by
Gregory K.

‘Twas bluish with a ruffled shirt,
Did shine and shimmer in the light.
The glare from patent shoes did hurt
All through that special night.

Beware the rented tux, my son!
The pants that make you look rotund.
Beware the large lapels and shun
The overstretched cumberbund.

He took his high school love in hand.
Long time this moment had he sought.
He’d driven far in Mom’s old car,
Now stood awhile in thought.

And as in nervous thought he stood,
The rented tux, with cuffs too wide,
It taunted quite the best it could
And made him go inside.

One, two! One, two! “Okay. You’re through.”
A picture taken at the door.
The day’s now past. The photos last,
Preserving evermore.

And has thou worn the rented tux
With too short arms, my poor, poor boy?
Indeed, it’s true. Bow tie askew --
The pictures bring no joy.

‘Twas bluish with a ruffled shirt,
Did shine and shimmer in the light.
The glare from patent shoes did hurt
All through that special night.



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Poem: Uncle Goose -- a nursery rhyme poem/a Mother Goose poem

I toyed with doing a blog in the persona of Uncle Goose, but I decided to be me instead. Still, y'all get to meet him....

UNCLE GOOSE
by
Gregory K.

Humpty Dumpty’s all cracked up,
And I’m the one who broke him.
Brother John is not asleep,
And I’m the one who woke him.

Georgie Porgie kissed the girls,
But I’m the one who dared him.
Jack and Jill both tumbled down
‘Cause I’m the one who scared ‘em.

The baby in the tree-top stayed
‘Til I came by and shook him.
Those kittens’ mittens sure weren’t lost
Since I’m the one who took ‘em.

Little Bo once lost her sheep,
And I’m the one who hid ‘em.
Yes, lots of bad, bad things were done...
And I’m the one who did ‘em.




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