Grounded
High-Flyer?There was a young fellow named "Pound,"
Who didn't completely astound,
When he uttered "Whatever,"
To poetic endeavor,
That didn't quite get off the ground.
Labels: Limericks
Brainstorming about history, politics, literature, religion, and other topics from a 'gypsy' scholar on a wagon hitched to a star.
High-Flyer?There was a young fellow named "Pound,"
Labels: Limericks
Question 1: Did you marry your own brother?
Labels: Sharia
Speaking of Transgressive: News Flash on Ilhan Omar:
Jim Spencer and Patrick Condon, staff writers for the Minneapolis newspaper the Star Tribune (August 28, 2019), tell us that Representative Ilhan Omar rejects accusations that she is having an affair. She specifically denies that she is separated or dating outside her marriage, and she refuses to speak any further about her family arrangements. Her denials are not entirely persuasive.
According to the ever omniscient Wikipedia:
"The form [of the limerick] appeared in England in the early years of the 18th century.[4] It was popularized by Edward Lear in the 19th century,[5] although he did not use the term. Gershon Legman, who compiled the largest and most scholarly anthology, held that the true limerick as a folk form is always obscene, and cites similar opinions by Arnold Bennett and George Bernard Shaw,[6] describing the clean limerick as a 'periodic fad and object of magazine contests, rarely rising above mediocrity.' From a folkloric point of view, the form is essentially transgressive; violation of taboo is part of its function."There's a short quote within this block quote, as you can see, but who's being cited? Possibly Shaw, but probably Legman?
Ft. 4 See footnote 4 on Wikipedia.Footnotes 5 and 6 are also found in Wikipedia, as noted above.
Ft. 5 Brandreth, page 108.
Ft. 6 Legman 1988, pp. x-xi.
Gyles Brandreth (1986). Everyman's Word Games.
Gershon Legman (1988). The Limerick, New York: Random House.
Labels: Limericks
Here's Why Limericks
Labels: Limericks
Spherical Miracle!There once was a ninny named Pound,
Who was made out of bricklets so round
That he thought each all-spherical
Were somewhat a miracle,
Each stuck to each other all 'round.
Labels: Poems
Hello! Hello!There once was a fellow named "Pound,"
Whose health was uncommonly sound.
But he stumbled pell-mell
Down a hole straight to hell!
One would hope such a trip were a-round.
Labels: Poetry
Honor Bound?
Labels: Poems
This one is slightly altered from the previous one:
Labels: Poems
This is slightly altered from yesterday's aversion:
Labels: Poetry
The S.O.B. Pound
Labels: Poems
Surnaming
Labels: Poems
The Sun Also RisesI once heard old Hemingway ponder
Labels: Poetry
Pound Unbound
Labels: Poetry
Nuthin' But a Hound-Dog!They treated poor Pound like a hound
Labels: Poems
ResurrectionI once heard a heavyweight ponder
Labels: Poetry
The Bounder!There once was a madman called "Pound,"
Labels: Poems
I don't want to constantly 'pound' on Ezra, so here's a non-Ezra-pounding limerick:
Deadwood LimeI once had a wood rick or two,
Labels: Tree of Knowledge
Round RimeThere once was a man name of "Pound,"
Labels: Poems
Pound this Proud One
Labels: Poems
Because everybody loves a limerick:
Misdiagnosis?There once was a fellow named "Pound,"
Labels: Poems
A Parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon Poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound the Whinger!And Zippy the Pinhead asks, "Are we effing there yet?"
Whinger is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish hound,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"
"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound,
To counter whinger's hound.
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Cod-damn!
Labels: Winter
A Growing Parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon Poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound the Whinger!And Zippy the Original Pinhead asks, "Are we there yet?"
Whinger is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish hound,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"
"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound, "Cod-damn!"
To counter whinger's hound.
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Cod-damn!
Labels: Winter
A Parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon Poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound the Whinger!And Zippy the Pinhead asks, "Are we there yet?"
Whinger is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish ram,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"
"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound, "Cod-damn!"
To counter whinger's ram.
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Cod-damn!
Labels: Winter
A Parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon Poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound the Whinger!And Zippy the Pinhead asks, "Are we there yet?"
Winter is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish ram,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"
"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound, "Cod-damn!"
To counter winter's ram.
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn!
Sing cod-damn, Pound!
Sing cod-damn!
Labels: Winter
A parody of Ezra Pound's Parody of the Ancient Anglo-Saxon poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound's Whine-terStill needs work?
Winter is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats do drop and dogs do plop
By heaven's hellish ram,
And Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber!
But limber sounds like limper, suss,
And Ezra whines, "Remember?"
"Cod-damn, cod-damn!"
Belts out Pound, "Cod-damn!"
To counter winter's ram.
Sing cod-damn, damn! Sing cod-damn!
Sing cod-damn! Sing cod-damn, damn!
Labels: Winter
A parody of Pound's parody of the Anglo-Saxon poem, "Cuckoo Song":
Pound's Whine-terStill needs work . . .
Winter is a-coming in;
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Cats drop and dogs plop
By heaven's hellish ram.
Ezra sings, "Cod-damn!"
Skittish buss or sloppy buss,
They shiver quick his timber;
But limper sounds like limber.
Ezra whines, "Remember!"
"Cod-damn, cod-damn,"
Pound belts out, "Cod-damn!"
Against cold winter's bam.
Sing cod-damn, damn, sing cod-damn.
Sing cod-damn, sing cod-damn, damn!
Labels: Winter
Cold Cat-and-Dog Rain
Labels: Music
According to some dictionary that I located online, the word "sport" used to mean an amorous dalliance of lovemaking. . . but that meaning is an obsolete one now.
Labels: Sports
My friend Kent Davy died of cancer this week on the 29th of July, just 8 minutes past midnight. He was only 69, too young for a man to die these days.
Labels: Death