Parody Poems
#parody
Parody poems, amusing poetry using exaggeration, or caricature, for comic effect. Parody poems intentionally imitate a style or situation, creating humor through exaggeration, to ridicule the subject matter.
The Harlots Brush with The Law
I leant against the young Copper's waist
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
'twould cost a full nights pay,
and my brain did make all haste
to keep me from court next day.
Tangled 'scuses crossed my eye
taught by many a liar
as gallant punters, now Cop shy,
scuttled to household fire.
The Cop's sharp features seemed to be
softening as on him I leant,
the guilt on me receding be
as on him I made lament.
This ancient calling here on earth
has humble me and I,
am spiritless and friends have dearth,
" There there " said he...
#fiction
#parody
#funny
#WritingPoetry
#historical
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Liar
Impatient falsehoods, you just avoided the details of the devil
Roundabout whirring into a maelstrom of confusion, rejected, infected with the pernicious need for solitude
Great works accomplished whilst all the while others vie for position
I am poisonous unto myself, still to greatness I must go
Forever reaching for that light
Pray for sickness in truth, but it never yields to the falsehoods
I haven’t, felt, alive for a long time…
Because I lie
Roundabout whirring into a maelstrom of confusion, rejected, infected with the pernicious need for solitude
Great works accomplished whilst all the while others vie for position
I am poisonous unto myself, still to greatness I must go
Forever reaching for that light
Pray for sickness in truth, but it never yields to the falsehoods
I haven’t, felt, alive for a long time…
Because I lie
#parody
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It Feels Sooo Good When You Ace Me
Ahh.. tell me my love how do I feel in your hand
You have to play me soft, when I sit on my tower, yes, I am needed when you use me in a spread
My favorite pastime, a Royal Flush, and you are playing me against the house
You will get the payout, as I lay bare on the table for all eyes to marvel in your Lady Luck
Mmm… my everyone knows I am naughty, when best suited between the Big Joker and the King of Spade
You can relish my blessed touch, when you are begging to watch that instant glory when my soft curves pair with the King..
That magical number of 21...
You have to play me soft, when I sit on my tower, yes, I am needed when you use me in a spread
My favorite pastime, a Royal Flush, and you are playing me against the house
You will get the payout, as I lay bare on the table for all eyes to marvel in your Lady Luck
Mmm… my everyone knows I am naughty, when best suited between the Big Joker and the King of Spade
You can relish my blessed touch, when you are begging to watch that instant glory when my soft curves pair with the King..
That magical number of 21...
#sun
#water
#parody
#lover
#seductive
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The Cow Cat (three letter words)
But how can you?
Pen the ode
Yes how?
Not now
The red cow
Moo, and moo
One! not two
Oaf!
Now set
One cow
New mew met
The sun
Was hot
And not
The cat
But out the cat ran
For sun tan
Fur now hot
Icy not
And cow moo
And cat mew
The cow cat
Two sat
Now one
Odd pet
Say you too
Moo mew
Not new
But now old
For one eon
by Jemia
Pen the ode
Yes how?
Not now
The red cow
Moo, and moo
One! not two
Oaf!
Now set
One cow
New mew met
The sun
Was hot
And not
The cat
But out the cat ran
For sun tan
Fur now hot
Icy not
And cow moo
And cat mew
The cow cat
Two sat
Now one
Odd pet
Say you too
Moo mew
Not new
But now old
For one eon
by Jemia
#parody
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#surreal
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A Christmas Quarrel.
Twas Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
when Ebenezer's pappy died,
leaving Scrooge poor as a church mouse,
that Christmas day in the workhouse.
Haunted it gave him cause to grouse
scrimped, slaved and saved he never cried,
On Christmas day in the workhouse
when Ebenezer's pappy, died.
~
He got chained to work but got rich
and worked his workers nigh to death,
with tiny mind he penny pinched
crippled his workers as he got rich.
He had an itch an' he scratched it
worked...
#Christmas
#parody
#triolet
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Limerick
There once was a fella called George
Whose anus was like Cheddar Gorge.
With stalagmites filled
The party mood chilled
As a gusher his pucker did forge.
Whose anus was like Cheddar Gorge.
With stalagmites filled
The party mood chilled
As a gusher his pucker did forge.
#parody
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c**try Cusins
They were jest ol' cuntry cusins
'n I guess they sure knew the score
mostly wore nuttin' but big grins
they were jest ol' cuntry cusins.
We'ell o' course he just slipt right in
Gramps sez ''she's a fine lil' 'hore''
they were jest ol' cuntry cusins
'n I guess they sure knew the score.
*
When Maw'n Paw were jest the two
but he made me'n now there's more
jest like ol' cuntry cusins do
when Maw'n Paw were jest the two.
...
'n I guess they sure knew the score
mostly wore nuttin' but big grins
they were jest ol' cuntry cusins.
We'ell o' course he just slipt right in
Gramps sez ''she's a fine lil' 'hore''
they were jest ol' cuntry cusins
'n I guess they sure knew the score.
*
When Maw'n Paw were jest the two
but he made me'n now there's more
jest like ol' cuntry cusins do
when Maw'n Paw were jest the two.
...
#triolet
#parody
#funny
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A POET'S LAMENT
i have no secrets left
everything has been surrendered -- it was all mundane and of little interest to anyone
all my catastrophes -- the hair loss, the unrequited affections, etc. -- were apparently flashes in the pan of an ordinary life,
worthy of a sympathetic nod or a little reassurance
or maybe some half-assed advice from a stranger eating a stale doughnut in a church basement
all my addictions were easily overcome
my proclivities were banal -- i said banal -- with a "b"
all my sins were venial -- the priest sighed
and i said...
everything has been surrendered -- it was all mundane and of little interest to anyone
all my catastrophes -- the hair loss, the unrequited affections, etc. -- were apparently flashes in the pan of an ordinary life,
worthy of a sympathetic nod or a little reassurance
or maybe some half-assed advice from a stranger eating a stale doughnut in a church basement
all my addictions were easily overcome
my proclivities were banal -- i said banal -- with a "b"
all my sins were venial -- the priest sighed
and i said...
#parody
#satirical
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A Voice Like Volcano
A Voice Like Volcano
There once was a woman from Khartoum
Who wanted to sing like Oum Kaltoum
She first tried soprano
It was like volcano
That Oum Kaltoum woke up from her tomb
There once was a woman from Khartoum
Who wanted to sing like Oum Kaltoum
She first tried soprano
It was like volcano
That Oum Kaltoum woke up from her tomb
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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inebruated poetic memories
today i went to Rye, a trip down memory lane, and remembering the insanity of my youth! of being in the Gun Gardens, and tripping, and fearing a monkey puzzle tree!!!! and the community centre, where as a teenager i boogied the night away, and declaredf as the official joint roller of the local bikers, they even swupplied me with a leather jacket, and the occasional use of a 125 thingy!!!! all this was loke 45-50 years ago, so surreal, and tjhat with bumping into an ex girlfriend from my mid teens, and meeting her 30 year old daughter, wasw equally surreal, and today meeting an ex sister in...
#alcohol
#parody
#satirical
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
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Knit Wit!
Had an awful time
Trying to buy some wool today
Firstly, i asked for a bag of wool
The owner, when i asked
Misgendered me twice
Not very nice
(But apparently he does it to all the ladies)
Then
I'm not sure what his game was
He told me he actually had three bags full
I thought "great!"
"I only need one!"
He then began to tell me
That all three had already been sold
And who to
So why did he build my hopes up?
I felt he'd been pulling wool over my eyes
Completely wasting my time
So i...
Trying to buy some wool today
Firstly, i asked for a bag of wool
The owner, when i asked
Misgendered me twice
Not very nice
(But apparently he does it to all the ladies)
Then
I'm not sure what his game was
He told me he actually had three bags full
I thought "great!"
"I only need one!"
He then began to tell me
That all three had already been sold
And who to
So why did he build my hopes up?
I felt he'd been pulling wool over my eyes
Completely wasting my time
So i...
#parody
#satirical
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
#LifeAsAWriter #surreal
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Maria and Fatima
In a vibrant town, by the sea so clear,
Lived Maria and Fatima, two ladies so dear.
With potato-like faces, round and cute,
Their babushkas wrapped, never a dispute.
In Guimarães town, where the cottages rest,
There they resided, two ladies so blessed.
In little homes, snug and cozy,
They lived with their husbands, Louis and Joey.
Maria's garden, with potatoes so grand,
Fatima's kitchen, with spices at hand.
With babushkas wrapped, they'd stroll down the lane,
Gossiping and giggling, free from any strain.
Oh, the tales...
Lived Maria and Fatima, two ladies so dear.
With potato-like faces, round and cute,
Their babushkas wrapped, never a dispute.
In Guimarães town, where the cottages rest,
There they resided, two ladies so blessed.
In little homes, snug and cozy,
They lived with their husbands, Louis and Joey.
Maria's garden, with potatoes so grand,
Fatima's kitchen, with spices at hand.
With babushkas wrapped, they'd stroll down the lane,
Gossiping and giggling, free from any strain.
Oh, the tales...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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