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Carolling


She Thought She Saw



She thought she saw quite equal pay
afforded equal work,
she looked again and found it was
a most unusual quirk.
“That men should keep their cake,” she said,
“and eat it too, must irk.”

She thought she saw that light of day
would filter through each jerk,
she looked again and found it was
belief most held beserk.
“That men should nappies change,” she said,
“would wipe off every smirk !”

She thought she saw fair interplay
where men would never shirk,
she looked again and found it was
a most miasmic murk
where rights were flouted, - “Hey !” she said,
“men stand, wait, feeble lurk !”


He Thought He Saw




He thought he saw new Internet
exchanging peer to peer,
he looked again and found it was
a mirage for each year
sees more control, “what rôle,” he said,
“for values once held dear ?

Some track to trace attack and get
convictions based on fear."

 

 

He dreamt he saw spam disappear,
all consultations free,
he looked again and found it was
a spybot lottery.
“Is net neutrality”, he said,
“from rash risks viral clear ?”

He dreamt that Microsoft would steer
all trash deleted fast,
then woke to find world insincere
where independence past
was sacrificed throughout the year
to biometrics ghast. 


He thought he saw a friend’s hello,
with an attachment piece,
he looked again and found it was
the porno scanning police.
“Politically correct”, he said,
“can’t guarantee release.”

.

He opened it, discovered though,
a trojan horse to fleece –
he looked again as data flow
declined, - mind not at peace -
and whispered with voice hoarse and low:
"when will our worries cease ?”


He thought he saw a hierophant,
who’d deal successful life,
he looked again and found it was
subpoena from ex-wife
demanding child support, he said,
“cards are cut by Time’s knife.”

 

He looked once more with rage and rant
and swore like a fishwife

'gainst email, angry curses chant
upon trouble and strife*.
At length I see that permanent
deletion should suffice !”

 

He thought he saw as he awoke,
That ‘Justice’ rhymed with ‘fair’
he looked again and found it was
a wish beyond repair,
I ran, I rack, must soon”, he said,
“leave budget cupboards bare.”

He thought he saw the government
‘transparency’ uphold
he looked again and found it was
but wishful-thinking [b]old,
“Where burning Bush would Rove”, he said,
“checks, balance, are left cold.”

 

He dreamed again as he awake
that dollar was not weak

then realized that Bush half bake
encouraged Euro's_peak: -
and understood as grave mistake

stump speeches some miss-speak. 


When politicians promise break

talk double-dutch or greek,

when vested int'rests claim a stake,
then budgets' rocked boats leak !

"I'll take my leave, leave them my take,

buck stops here, up the creek,

t'aint worth no dime, make no mistake,

why pay for oily sheik !"

 

He thought he saw society
free from injustice, fights,
he looked again and found it was
a vetoed Bill of Rights,
“Are global warming themes”, he said,
“hot air, conditionned nights ?”

He thought he saw that plain goodwill
would solve all woes world wide
he looked again and found it was
repeatedly denied,
“Some governments, alas !” he said,
“the ‘Truth’ oft over-ride.”

He thought he saw that Equity
had re-established trust
he looked again and found it was
a market peak, soon bust,
“for vested int'rests rich,” he said,
“I never could abide !”

He thought he saw the Middle East
the sharia repeal
he looked again and found it was
a veil of tears. “A seal
to stifle progress fair,”
he said,
“Peace hopes diced in kriegspiel.”

 

He thought he saw Commission clerk
jump on bandwagon bus,
he looked again, just for a lark,

wrote down his mortgage plus

his assets, for they, he'd remark
weren't worth a tinker’s cuss.

 

Kyoto's bite bit dust as bark -
ratification fuss

stripped ice from Greenland, tidal mark

rose records all discuss.
U.S. as vulture oyster park
picked clean, naught left for US ! 

He thought he saw an open door,
that had no need for key,
he looked again, saw judgement poor,
and said: “Ah, woe is me !
How confidence we can restore
remains a mystery,

as what seemed clear is to the core
too shaken by decree ! ”

 

He recognized all argument
was vain as veil with Pope
who looked to answer heaven sent
to save old ways with hope -
to good intentions turned and meant
to reassure that scope
remained but promise soon found spent
by men who could not cope.
 

He thought he saw terse verse spin on
till all complaints were healed,
he looked again and found it was
mirage, mistrust concealed,

"Cease fire ! Enough, no more !" he said,

and added, truth revealed :
“Too long this rune has run to dogs !
let others rhyme free-wheeled !"




Author notes

trouble and strife*
English cockney rhyming slang for wife
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not worth a tinker's cuss ... not worth a damn


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http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/7602-Lewis-Carroll-A-Strange-Wild-Song


better known as

The Mad Gardener’s Song



He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
"At length I realise," he said,
"The bitterness of Life !"

He thought he saw a Bufffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
"Unless you leave this house," he said,
"I'll send for the Police !"

He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
"The one thing I regret," he said,
"Is that it cannot speak !"

He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
"If this should stay to dine," he said,
"There won't be much for us !"

He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
"Were I to swallow this," he said,
"I should be very ill !"


He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
"Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing !
It's waiting to be fed !"

He thought he saw an Albatross
That fluttered round the lamp:
He looked again, and found it was
A Penny-Postage Stamp.
"You'd best be getting home," he said:
"The nights are very damp !"

He thought he saw a Garden-Door
That opened with a key:
He looked again, and found it was
A Double Rule of Three:
"And all its mystery," he said,
"Is clear as day to me!"

He thought he saw a Argument
That proved he was the Pope:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bar of Mottled Soap.
"A fact so dread," he faintly said,
"Extinguishes all hope !"


Lewis CARROLL 1832_1898 C.L.D.
Sylvie and Bruno Ch. 5

see also

Who’d be a Poet ?

He thought he saw the truth of life
As sex all unalloyed:
He looked again and saw it was
A yarn of Sigmund Freud:
If this sprang from the id, he said,
Its arguments are void.

He thought he saw full many a gem
Of purest ray serene;
He looked again and saw it was
A dose of Mescalin:
The price of vision is, he said,
The headaches in between.

He thought he saw the Holy Ghost
Lamenting in a mist:
He looked again and saw it was
An existentialist:
It may be that he’s right, he said,
But what a pessimist !

He though he saw some golden boys
Our phoney world condemn:
He looked again and saw it was
Some pimply A.Y.M. :
A dose of Epsom Salts, he said,
Would ease the strain for them.

He thought he saw a projectile
Desending from a height
To blow the human race to bits
And blast it out of sight:
He looked again and saw that he
Was absolutely right.

Kenneth LILLINGTON 1916_1998

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  • BuffSMGfan3
    July 21

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    You know I love your poetry this was very entertaining and unique. I had to read it a second time thats how much i enjoyed it. I'm not very good at poetry myself, but I love to come on this site and see refreshing work like this absolutely spectacular. I have a way of reading good poetry more then I have a way of writing it. Its a gift I guess lol. Keep up the great write and I will keep on checking out your poetry. ........: at yourself on the back::

  • Great Cthulhu
    April 25

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    This is an amazing commentary on our society. Well done! I really can't find any favorite lines, I enjoyed it all. Thanks for entering!

  • Lady Altheia
    April 7

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    Hmmm it thoiught this was a witty and intelligent parody. Thank you for sharing your poem with us. luck in your future writes.

  • michichoeret
    April 7

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    excellent

    so well done, I may very soon hate you to the bone
    bytheway what is miasmic?
    alltogether you are disgustingly smart.... wonder what you look like.... if you are so smart you must be real ugly. or totally without feelings
    well at least you are incredibly funny
    hope I did not offend you. am very offending person. sure soon us offending jerks will be outlawed and locked up

    . Rewarded 8

  • Both creative and whimsical, in a very fluid and enteraining way. I have to admitt that I found myself smiling as I was reading this...so many little gems of wordplay in this piece! Nicely written.

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  • Room without doors silver member
    December 30, 2007

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    Outstanding

    A great parody - had me chuckling as did the original. This flowed fluidly and the rhyme was effortless and fluent. A wonderful poem which shows your sense of humour and creative skill. A well-written and articulate poem.


  • Night Hope gold member
    December 17, 2007

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    "She thought she saw quite equal pay
    afforded equal work,
    she looked again and found it was
    a most unusual quirk."

    And then she decided she needed new glasses. There's that saying about women having to do twice as much for half the pay...& I'm here to tell ya, it's the truth, too. It's reminiscent of the inevitable conundrum, who decides what's normal, as in, who decides what (or who) is equal??? A veritable tale you tell, dear Scribe...Unfortunately, for those of the so~called "fairer sex". As always, a thoughtful, wise penning, my Friend. Wanda

  • pozo
    December 17, 2007

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    This was a very good poem, which was well researched in finding the two other poems and some autobiographical info about them. It added the gender element, which I like. It had the same rhyme scheme as the others and a similar pattern to them. The cynicism reminds me particularly of ‘Who’d be a poet’, esp with the modern cultural references.
    Thanks for entering
    All the best
    Pozo


  • Lily otv
    December 17, 2007

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    This is a different take on carolling but then again, nothing is ever what it really seems to be. This poem displays your usual flair for making words dance with rhythm and harmony. Multiply a smile by the letters on this page and the result might come close to expressing a little of how good your works are. Good luck in the contest

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