A pastiche, created in PRISMA, of a painting of my own of Venice
PASTICHE POETRY
Following on from my opening outline of Pastiche Poetry (see my blog of two days ago titled ‘Pastiche Poetry’ ), and my blogs of yesterday ( ‘Pastiche Poetry #2 ) and the day before ( Pastiche Poetry #1 ), here are yet more of my own efforts (you may call them concoctions or confections if you’d rather) which I have based on the well-known opening lines of six different poets . . .
To his Coy Mistress, Andrew Marvell …
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
But I must say, I’m getting bored
With my advances being ignored.
Tyger! Tyger!, William Blake …
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
Just be careful how you go
You’ll set the woodland all aglow.
Lines for a Christmas Card, Hilaire Belloc ...
May all my enemies go to hell,
Ah well, ah well, ah well, ah well.
I told them not to call my bluff
They wouldn’t listen, So that’s just tough.
She Walks in Beauty, Lord Byron …
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
Would that she was as sharp and bright,
Instead she got the booby prize.
Mary Had a Little Lamb, Nursery Rhyme, Sarah Josepha Hale, …
Mary found a little lamb,
She really didn’t know
What on earth to do with it,
Perhaps she’d let it go.
The Owl and the Pussy Cat, Edward Lear …
The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
It wasn’t new, and right on cue,
It ceased to want to float.
Roland's Ragbag 