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All poems Copyright © Andrea Shavick.
If you want to use one please go to my CONTACT page and ask permission, thanks
SOME POEMS BY ANDREA FOR GROWN-UPS!
Firstly, here are 2 'parody' poems I've written recently (a parody poem is where you take an existing poem or lyric and re-write it. With apologies to Paul McCartney, Lewis Carroll and Tesco (who've never delivered chocolate by mistake, unfortunately!).
YESTERDAY
Yesterday, a large bottom seemed so far away
Now it looks as if it’s here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday
Suddenly, I am twice the woman I used to be
It’s the chocolate Tesco’s given me
Obesity came suddenly
Why they gave me Twirls, I don’t know; we’re in dispute
They were out of lettuce and the Twirls were substitutes
oo oo oo
Yesterday, diets weren’t a game I had to play
Now I need ten stone to melt away
Oh I believe in yesterday
Oo oo oo oo yesterday
Andrea Shavick 2020
Here's my second parody poem, so enjoyable (but also quite difficult) writing this one:
THE SHAKE-A-SPEARE
Twas thrilling, and the slithery poets
Did wire their cymbals on the Zoom
All rubbish were the sentiments
And the rhymes didn’t
Beware the Poetryhack, my son!
The words that tweet, the slurping beer
Beware all publishers, and shun
That amateur, Shake-a-Speare
She took his writing pen in hand
Long time the maximum word-count sought
Impossible, writing Poet Tree
Stress-making and fraught
And, as in huffish pose she stood,
The Shake-a-Speare, with glassed eyes,
Came bumbling through the Haikued woods
Doggerelling as it cried!
One, two! And through and through
The writing pen went snicker-snack
She left it dead, and with its head
Came hitching-hiking back
My God, you’ve slain the Shake-a-Speare!
Come to our arms, fab poetess!
We’ll go for a social-distanced drink
You can pay, nonetheless
Twas thrilling, and the slithery poets
Did wire their cymbals on the Zoom
All rubbish were the sentiments
And the rhymes didn’t
Andrea Shavick 2020
All poems Copyright © Andrea Shavick. If you want to use one you need to go to my CONTACT page and ask permission, thanks