Yes It's That Time Again, No Not the One You Think Lol
Ah it’s been to long for a dose of the philosopher’s tribute
He thinks some of his clerihews have led to silent rebuke
It’s all done mostly in fun
But he’s sure he ’s been call a phrase starting with Son
No not the Son of Man
He’s not atheist, but of religion not a fan
Clerihew after clerihew he will dig a ditch
Oh yes censored he’s the Son of the Witch
Yes the west is where Wayland’s feet touch ground
Not west opposed to east, but opposed to every other side of town
For truly eastern thought did intrigue him much
But most of his poetry doesn’t talk about the such
How long will he write of himself, can Dugan’s ego last
Who? Well my great grandfather, call me Dugan in the past
To this day no one can truly tell me why
Maybe heard-hearing was his alibi
PD I haven’t written about her in, well it seems like a year
I haven’t been here a year, and I avoid writing about her from fear
Not really I don’t truly fear her wrath
I’m not afraid of war, just of the aftermath
The Poet Destroyer, yes she’s pretty clever with her alliteration
I bet all the rapport she’s developed leaves a great sensation
I think she needs a new nemesis, yes I feel this in my tummy
I just don’t want to volunteer to be the crash test dummy
Yes she’s also known as Linda or Irma, of her I’ll write one more
Don’t use the later name, or you probably won’t receive a high score
I thinks it’s a wonderful name that I don’t have to bear
Hahaha will I share this without a scare?
I must always include, Jack, no not the nimble or quick
That other Jack isn’t nearly as slick
He’s been writing Limericks this old bird
Most of them subtly dirty word after word
The Quatrain King his other muse
Yes with Santa Clause, he might confuse
A white beard and big jolly Smile
But he’s dirty ladies don’t be in denial
For the last one I’ll dub him Santa Clause here
A true light at Poetry Soup, year round he spreads cheer
His quatrains are fun, often used like I use the clerihew
Yes almost everyday he writes a few
You know I speak Spanish and usually in these include una Estrella
Yes un alma, that’s soul, that’s very beautiful, or bella
Far from grace I think I fell
Maybe all the way to heck, haha, that didn’t rhyme well
*** As always, these are 90% in fun, and this particular one is 100% done in fun, I think I need some new characters though. Any voluntears, Volun-tears haha. Ah come on just volunteer someone else lol. By the way if you're reading this on a mobile device the format may not show correctly.
Copyright © Wayland Bunch | Year Posted 2013
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