Poem Parodies (2)
By M.-L.
@MALUSE (69413)
Germany
April 20, 2019 11:41am CST
COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE
William Wordsworth 1802
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
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MALUSE's version 2019
The net has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could browse by
A site so touching in its majesty:
This site now does, like a garment, wear
The beauty of opinions; thorough, fair
On soap, PCs, on holidays and lit for chicks,
Waiting for the readers and their clicks.
Some brill, some boring, some on topics rare.
Never will anyone buy again anything bad.
Others informative, clever, funny or sad
On thingywhatsits, problems, virtues and vice.
Oh dear, we know now what's good in a product or bad,
On 'puters, printers, man and white mice
And above all where to get the best price!
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This is an invitation to take part in a challenge. The task is to choose an English poem and write a parody on it using the same stress and rhyming pattern.
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Click on the green bar at the top of this site to find my other poem parodies.
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6 responses
@allknowing (130066)
• India
21 Apr 19
You are a poet par excellence
Here is my effort
Poem by Thomas Gray - Elegy in the Country Church Yard
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
MY VERSION:
The cooker whistle whistles away
Rice is cooked it seems to say
The maid wearily walks in there
To deal with what is her duty today
The rice is over cooked she says with a sigh
Everything comes to a standstill why oh why
but for those who have no taste for rice
there is bread to eat and curry with spice
The lady of the house comes rushing in
Complaining how careless the maid has been
The day is spoilt she seems to say
Cannot live without rice one more day
She digs in the fridge to see beneath
Fish and meat so gently sleep
What can she do with all that stuff
She bangs the fridge and leaves in a huff
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@allknowing (130066)
• India
21 Apr 19
@MALUSE I have already done that
http://www.mylot.com/post/3268910/poem-parodies-2 Poem by Thomas Gray - Elegy in the Country Church Yard The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The...
@xFiacre (12594)
• Ireland
20 Apr 19
@maluse I’m not too pleased with this but here it is anyway.
I have not anything to show more fair:
Slow would he be of bowel who could pass by
A dish so full of flavour and dressed in pesto:
This Stomach now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of chef’s kitchen; silent, bare,
Forks, knives, spoons, kettles, and rolling pins lie
Scattered about the tables, and in the pie;
All bright and glittering in the smoky air.
Never did chef more beautifully cook
In his first splendour, salmon, grape and dill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so blithe!
The olive glideth in his own sweet oil:
Dear God! The very fields seem alive;
And all that mighty pot is on the boil.
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I actually did a parody a while ago, but of a song, not a poem.
@whiteream (8567)
• United States
20 Apr 19
I love both versions of this poem. Keep them coming. I tried to do this challenge, it's not as easy as one would think.
@LindaOHio (155970)
• United States
20 Apr 19
I've been writing since about 4 am and am still at it. I don't think I'm talented enough to do this.
