Clerihews of the Original Three of Four and Me- Three of My Original Four Favorite Poets

Her name is Seren Yes the proud welsh girl, not foe, hopefully a fren The number of contest she entered, maybe a million On a scale of 1 to 10, I’d give her a billion She has passionately stated her favorite color is green She talked about more shades than I think I’ve seen My vision isn’t great, but good thing I’m not color blind too Then I’d be like those Greeks, with one word for green and blue She also has a pooch named Tilly If that’s a variation of Teal then she’s green silly Maybe instead of silly I better choose a synonym Lest emerald becomes jade and I sing a new hymn Yes of PD, I could write clerihews day and night However, whatever I may or might write, it’s never in spite She loves alliteration, writing recklessly reaping rich reward Of ailing alliteration, I’m alienated, not even a steady steward I think my friend PD thinks I’m the meanie With my clerihew about seeds, I think she dubbed me weenie I am sorry Linda, I was going to remove it from the site But too many others found some delight Last but not least ThePhilosopher, yeah that’s me The one that always seems to be lost at sea You would think either past or present I was a sailor However on life’s quest I’ve been quite the delayer My name is Wayland, no not the first nor the third I am the second and sometimes I mention a bird Speaking of the bird, I look at the top 100 poems list And obviously there is something that I missed When I speak of the top 100’s list, I mean for two weeks Some post almost two hundred, yes 200, they aren’t meek I wonder how it’s possible and then I read their verse Many times I’m often left to curse But since when did ThePhilosopher, become the judger of prose His clerihews always talking about these, thou, and those I should change my name to King James But my buddy is already King of the Quatrains Oh yes My buddy Jack will be the last The subjects he writes about are vast Too many to remember with all his pretty words When I think of his poems I don’t think of birds I recently read his poem titled bums unite He said he gave them money at times, it probably felt right He said someday they may even get a ten spot If someone gives me a ten spot, then I’m yelling JACKPOT! *these are always done if fun, hahaha another random rhyme