Following on from my opening outline of Pastiche Poetry (see my blog of two days ago titled ‘Pastiche Poetry’ ), and my blog of yesterday ( Pastiche Poetry #1 ), here are 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 . . .
Leisure, W.H.Davies …
What is this life
If full of care
We must still put up
With Tony Blair.
A Red Red Rose, Robert Burns …
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That blossoms in the summer;
I think of her without her clothes,
Prickly, but a stunner.
The Lady of Shalott, Alfred Lord Tennyson …
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye;
Oh tell me why, Yes tell me why,
This bloody river’s running dry.
Song to Celia II, Ben Jonson …
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
I’ve had enough of diet coke
I want a glass of blood red wine.
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick …
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
It’s time to settle down and wed,
You’ll find it satisfying.
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, Thomas Gray …
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,
It’s time to tell you Mister Thomas Gray
To quit this grandiose hyperbole.