Clerihews - Poem by Paul Butters
What a messenger.
A Friend so loyal,
Quite a stink was created by Martin,
That's because he kept on....er.....departing.
His verses are so really clever:
Cheer us up in any weather.
All hail be to great Don Newton,
Always had a winning solution.
Played table tennis with flashing blade,
A Legend that will never fade.
Just for you.
Find a rhyme for a name,
Play the poetry game.
That sporting bloke Dave Wagstaff
Played a lot of wiff waff.
That’s table tennis to me and you,
Waggy loves football and plays music too.
That (nee) Butters girl Elisabeth,
Her enemies find her the kiss of death!
Us Butterses don’t mess about,
Watch out or you will get a clout.
My sister Joan is now called Priestley,
A name that only rhymes with beastly (true!) .
This family has a great tradition,
And Joan is such a fine addition.
Aussie poet who inspires.
Mistress of so many a form,
Soon to take the world by storm.
My elder nephew’s called Nick Gamble,
Around the world he loves to ramble.
Always doing film production,
This lad needs no introduction.
My younger nephew, he’s called Phill. (His parents can’t spell) .
On the stage he plays to thrill.
Acts any character, even a dame;
He’s master of the drama game.
My good friend Sandra Hall,
Is really on the ball.
When she plays tennis,
She’s a menace.
What can you say about Paula Shaw?
The only word has got to be phwoar!
Labour Party’s pin up girl.
Come on Paula, give us a twirl.
a) A Clerihew
Is what I do\worth a view\just for you\rhyming couplets two…
b) My Clerihews
Are in the news, getting views, you can’t refuse, do not abuse (They only poke fun) …
Harden Chip Shop Trace,
For service that is ace.
See how she wraps that Haddock,
Eat your heart out, Fanny Craddock.
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