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A Bit Vogon the Details: A Punny Thing Happened On the Way to This Post . . .
‘Hail, Poetry, thou heav’n-born maid!
Thou gildest e’en the pirate’s trade.’
– The Pirates of Penzance, Gilbert and Sullivan.
It strikes I that one thing that April showers in their munificence have not yet brung is bad poetry. (“What about that pizza post?” That’s different, that weren’t poetry, that was parody – see? “A likely story,” says you. On with the motley, says I— Ooh, a rotten tomato – all contreebutions to the com-post pile gratefully received – thankee, thankee, ladies and gents.) What we needs here is poetry such as would make a Vogon space-invader blush. Come on, now, I knows you has it in you – I’s seen it before – be it bad limericks, lurgid lyrics, or a haiku that’d move a samurai to kami your kaze.
Otherwise, I’m afraid the pun-ishments will has to continue until morale improves. (Come to think of it, the puns’ll probably flow free anyway – that’s what they’re there for, practically. But the point still stands – whatever it was – I casn’t seem remember now . . .) In fact, why not add puns into the mix? Puns so bad that they fall under the Egregious Punning ordinances that’ll no doubt be enacted everywhere in their wake – but if we’s to go down, we may’s well do it in style!
Who’s with me? All for pun, and puns for all!
Published in Group Writing
There once was a fellow named Miller,
Whose every post was a thriller.
He reveled and punned
Until he was dunned,
Although he thought that part a chiller.
Sorry, can’t help you
Limericks are too hard, and
Puns are the devil
Dunned? I dun’ know as I likes that. Masterfully done, Master ’Hant! I specified bad poetry, but I’s prepared to accept good as well.
Ye’re doin’ fine, Judge. Jest fine.
Miller couldn’t bear to be dunned
As he waited around to be punned
Because he couldn’t stand it
And just like a bandit
The Judge quickly far away runned.
Shomebody shtop him! That was the famous Judge Mental – Poet!
I’m editing myself. Shouldn’t have used stand twice.
My old friend Iñigo Montoya,
Went sailing with pirates, oh boy ya!
His sea life was fraught
With dangers ’til caught,
Now to find him, we must file a FOIA.
Ouch.
There are so many good lines to quote from your post, I had to just choose the last one.
I’m still mired in my work day, but this definitely gave me a grin, a giggle, and a great boost of energy to finish out the next few hours. Then I shall return with something that (hopefully) meets the standards you set forth. It will be at least the fourth worst poetry in the Universe.
An aside: Anyone who shares a Princess Bride meme is aces in my book.
Arr, tha’s what we’re here for. Spreading sweetness and light and a little bit of good humour to help last out the day. Oh, and puns o’ course.
The was an old Turk from the Caicos
Who planted his flag in Barbados
He buckled his swash
He don’t give tosh
Now he digs day and night for his pesos
I dunno, I asks for bad poetry, and I get good poetry. Bravo!
Thanks, Andrew. 😊
April showers bring
artful or whimsical posts
raining gently down
. . .
I’m no poet,
and I know it.
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He says he’s no poet,
I’m not so sure that I know it;
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Andrew looked for the fun to be had
In ways to make poetry bad
He posted his post
And challenged the host
But his last line didn’t rhyme.
I never did claim to be a poet! Arr! ♫ ‘If I knows that I’s paid to be funny . . .’ ♫