3. Three British Artists CLERIHEWS

A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb.  It was invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. Normally the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person. (From: ‘Shadow Poetry’).

Since Damien Stephen Hurst
Onto the YBA scene he burst,
With dead sheep and bejewelled skull,
Artsy Life has never been dull.

David Hockney RA
Is top-of-the-pile I would say.
His reds, his blues and his greens
Are just bursting out of his scenes.

I sing of Sir Stanley Spencer,
Painter of Cookham’s splendour.
May his ‘Resurrection’
Inspire introspection.

N.B. The Young British Artists, or YBAs[1]—also referred to as Brit artists and Britart—is a loose group of visual artists who first began to exhibit together in London in 1988. Many of the first generation of YBA artists graduated from the BA Fine Art course at Goldsmiths, in the late 1980s, while the second generation mostly came from the Royal College of Art. (Wikipedia)

2. Three ‘Political Celebrity’ CLERIHEWS

A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb.  It was invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. Normally the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person. (From: ‘Shadow Poetry’)

Winston Spencer Churchill,
Man of many a skill,
Became our leader in conflict,
And ensured that Adolf got licked.


Tony Wedgwood Benn,
Unusual among men,
Gave up his birthright title
For one simpler and more vital.


Farage and Boris Johnson
Did something rather awesome;
They led us via Brexit
To that famous EU exit
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1. Three ‘Victorian Celebrity’ CLERIHEWS

A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb, invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. Normally the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person. (From: ‘Shadow Poetry’)


Alfred Lord Tennyson
By gift and by benison,
Through His ‘Charge of the Light Brigade’
The glory of defeat portrayed.

Joseph Rudyard Kipling
Could not be described as middling;
His output as a poet
Was immense, and don’t we know it!

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Might well have invented spaghetti;
As lover, Poet, painter
He was ever, the innovator.

‘Do You Know These People?’ – Five CLERIHEWS

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Five CLERIHEWS

Johann Sebastian Bach
Played his spinet in the park …
Till the ‘St Matthew Passion’ 
Went out of fashion.

Teresa May
Will still have her say,
When Brexit is over
She’ll barricade Dover.

That man, Donald Trump,
makes journalists jump,
But his late night tweet
Is their bread and meat.

Andrew Lloyd Webber
Was so very clever;
When he composed ‘Phantom’
He made ugly men handsome.

Kim Jong Un
Is full of fun,
But his braggadocio
Will end in atrocious woe.

[ . . .  WELL – you try to find a feminine rhyme for ‘braggadocio’  …   No, I won’t allow Pinocchio … or Tokyo ]

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NOTE:   A CLERIHEW is a whimsical, four-line biographical poem invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley.  The first line is normally the name of the poem’s subject, usually a famous person put in an absurd light, or revealing something unknown or spurious about them. The rhyme scheme is AABB, and the rhymes are often forced.  (Wikipedia)

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Ten Political CLERIHEWS

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A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb, invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. The poem is about/deals with a person/character within the first rhyme. In most cases, the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person. (From: ‘Shadow Poetry’)


Original by Edmund Clerihew Bentley:


Sir Christopher Wren
Said, “I am going to dine with some men.
If anyone calls
Say I am designing St. Paul’s.”


Ten Political CLERIHEWS

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Mr Speaker, John Bercow,
Is a Tory, although,
Who’d ever have guessed it?
He didn’t vote Brexit!

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Jeremy Corbyn,
Like poor Anne Boleyn,
Will soon get the chop
Just for being a flop.

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Dear Teresa May
Is having her say.
She says ‘Brexit means Brexit’
As we head for the exit.

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Dave Cameron, ex P.M.
Will never forgive them.
He’s now feeling grim
‘Cos the voters misled him.

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Ex-deputy Nick Clegg
Has started to beg,
“I don’t like the sack,
Please give my job back”

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Ex-PM, Tony Blair,
He gave us a scare
When he said he’d bring sherry,
We thought he meant Cherie

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Scots lassie, Nicola Sturgeon,
Might soon need a surgeon.
She won’t feel OK
When her voters say ‘UK’.

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In the States Donald Trump
He has won at the stump
We’d prefer Abra’am Lincoln
Or even Hillary Clinton.

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And Angela Merkel
Plans a reversal
Fearing voters won’t back her
And might well just sack her

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Our lovely Queen, Elizabeth the Second,
Was perhaps our worst royal cook, I reckoned.
Until I remembered Alfred the Great
And those cakes that he once did cremate.

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