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.