I prayed myself a_trophy,
as golden as could be,
so Vivian and Sophie,
on PH poetry
could [g]ape at gilt reflection
praise find for rhyme ahead,
ignoring recollection
mind's guilt ridden instead.
Winged trophy I would merit,
make Pegasus so proud,
hear nightingale and ferret
recite my rants aloud.
Alas, verse earns no pennies,
points can't be traded in
for sense, cents, spinning Jennies,
lest stanzas' stall begin...
I'll seek through silver second
sweet consolation prize,
feat which at least is reckoned
worth more than Styxs hiss sighs.
Perhaps Judge tender-hearted
shall honour my request
if not, I'd best get started
on bronze song jest in_quest
Ingesting judgements hasty
my tasty morsels may
sell more than punning pastry,
internal interplay
perhaps bright bronze write earns me,
if not I'll add, ahem!
my Muse, pray never spurn me,
bestowing just H.M.!
[c] Jonathan Robin - Parody Sheldon Silverstein Snowball written 7 June 2008
Snowball
I made myself a snowball,
As perfect as could be.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for it's head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first, it wet the bed.'
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