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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!).
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YESTERDAY
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Yesterday, a large bottom seemed so far away
Now it looks as if it’s here to stay
Oh I believe in yesterday
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Suddenly, I am twice the woman I used to be
It’s the chocolate Tesco’s given me
Obesity came suddenly
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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
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Yesterday, diets weren’t a game I had to play
Now I need ten stone to melt away
Oh I believe in yesterday
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Oo oo oo oo yesterday
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Andrea Shavick 2020
Here's my second parody poem, so enjoyable (but also quite difficult) writing this one:
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THE SHAKE-A-SPEARE
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Twas thrilling, and the slithery poets
Did wire their cymbals on the Zoom
All rubbish were the sentiments
And the rhymes didn’t
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Beware the Poetryhack, my son!
The words that tweet, the slurping beer
Beware all publishers, and shun
That amateur, Shake-a-Speare
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She took his writing pen in hand
Long time the maximum word-count sought
Impossible, writing Poet Tree
Stress-making and fraught
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And, as in huffish pose she stood,
The Shake-a-Speare, with glassed eyes,
Came bumbling through the Haikued woods
Doggerelling as it cried!
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One, two! And through and through
The writing pen went snicker-snack
She left it dead, and with its head
Came hitching-hiking back
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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
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Twas thrilling, and the slithery poets
Did wire their cymbals on the Zoom
All rubbish were the sentiments
And the rhymes didn’t
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Andrea Shavick 2020
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All poems Copyright © Andrea Shavick. If you want to use one you need to go to my CONTACT page and ask permission, thanks
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