Hickelby, Quickelby,
Nicholas Nickleby
Started to tickle me
At his first chance.
Made me forget myself,
Started to wet myself,
I need to get myself
Waterproof pants.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
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I used to think I was a ghost, and that no one knew me, but I am as transparent as the air you breathe. I don’t care about making it big anymore. Now I just want something, anything, to make sense. Maybe some day I will know my purpose, and when that day comes, I just hope I’m still sane enough to help.
5 comments:
This reminds me of Shel Silverstein.
The double dactyl is a form invented by one of the poets I was studying last term, Anthony Hecht.
Here's a double dactyl about him, written by Gene Weingarten earlier this year:
Higgledy Piggledy
Anthony Hecht, who could
Write about death in words
Epic yet warm,
Went to his own with some
Counterintuitive
Logic; his legacy's
This stupid form.
Poleo Shmoleo
Henrik Von Toleo
Said with a wily smirk
"I'm never ill
'Cause I eat daffodils"
Tragicomically
He died quite terribly-
poisonous plant!
This is the best thing about Dickens I ever read. An overrated writer if ever there was. Love this poem. Thanks for the chuckle Mal.
LOL - Brilliant stuff, sis.
Thanks, Inkpot. Glad you enjoyed it.
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