My contribution to Maluse 's challenge -poem parodies 2

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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