MY POEMS FOR GROWN-UPS!

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All poems Copyright © Andrea Shavick.

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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!).

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