NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 24

Today, our Cedar Bark Poets have been challenged to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times).

Submission #1

My Tastes Buds Quiver

Generously my olfactory sniffs,sharpens
Packet of rainbow skittles I buy,I open
From my very first purchased taste
To all eaten in between-in haste
I drool now for more..know what I mean?
For hues of sugary prisms I do dream
Oh give me sweets!
Never a day when I wouldn’t eat
Sucrose,caramel,saccharin
The child in me pops them right in
I wish for mountains of tootsie treasure
I’d share with you..always and forever.
K

Based on the following poem:
My Heart Leaps Up

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

– William Wordsworth

Submission #2

Some package

Some one came knocking
At my dented, battered door
Someone to me, a package was shipping,
I’m sure – Sure – sure;
I waited, I tracked
I looked left and right
but nought truck, engine purring
In the still morning light;
Only the restless upstairs renter, ignored
Tap-tapping on the wall,
Only from busy street
teenagers screeching brakes, to stop implored,
only the dog barking
while the few raindrops fall
So I know not if they came knocking,
but the doorknob pick up hanger was there, still back and forth rocking
How they could have come and go unnoticed, I do not know
At All, at all, at all.

–W.B.

Based on the following poem:

Some One by Walter de la Mare

Some one came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Some one came knocking,
I’m sure – sure – sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a-stirring
In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl’s call,
Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.

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