I am informed that Ireland celebrated National Poetry Day on Thursday, and the US celebrates National Poetry Month every April. When I worked for a living, we celebrated ‘Poets Day’ every Friday … although, in our case, it stood for ‘P*** Off Early; Tomorrow’s Saturday’!
I have to admit, I’m not the greatest aficionado of poetry. I put this down to the fact that I grew up not a dozen miles from where William Wordsworth ‘ … wandered lonely as a cloud’, and had my fill of Mr. Wordsworth and his ‘ … dank verses, stuff’d with Lakeland sedges … ‘ by the time I was out of short pants.
Of course, poetry doesn’t have to rhyme; it’s also about the ‘metre’, or rhythm. I think of:
There was a young man from Japan
Whose verses just would not scan.
‘The trouble with me,
Is easy to see
I will insist on trying to fit as many damn words into the last friggin line as I possibly can’
And, speaking of Japan:
There was a young man
Who didn’t like limericks
So he wrote haiku.
The limerick is one of my favourite verse forms, although it’s hard these days to think of one that isn’t obscene, libellous or politically incorrect. So, ‘The Dirty Old Bishop of Birmingham …’ is definitely out, because that’s all three.
Where you can have most fun with limericks is on the sometimes odd spelling or pronunciation of British place names, like:
There was a young girl from Carlisle
Who had such a bright, beaming smisle
In the darkness of night
She’d go out on her bike
And light up the road for a misle.
And, finally, my all time (printable) favourite:
A sea serpent from Salamanca
Bit a hole in a warship and sanca
It ate up the crew
(as sea serpents do)
And then picked its teeth with the anca.
This week’s contribution to the Travel Theme. See more at https://wheresmybackpack.com/2016/04/29/travel-theme-poetry/