October 23 2010
Milerick Laureates
If you thought an Elizabethan sonnet was a mountain to climb, then try composing a milerick. This new poetic form operates just like a standard limerick but using anagram instead of rhyme. And no surprise, the improv poets took a bit more time to finesse the genre, trying out both pure forms (where only single words are scrambled), and the phrasal kind too.
And that’s how our Nobel Prizes run too – honouring the pick of the purists, plus the masters of the multiple mashups. So enough preamble. In the succinct spirit of the finest milerick, pass the envelope please.
The Stir-Up Purist Prize for Best Milerick goes to SK for his vision of panhandling:
This milerick challenge is a real brain tester,
Anagrams should be no probs for a setter,
But if my life’s plans and dream
Relied on it, I’d be armed
With a begging bowl, and out on the street.
And a noteworthy mention to SB for the shoe-lady:
There was an old lady who lived in a shoe
She had so many children they ran out of hoes
So instead of growing swede
The garden turned to weeds
And there was no further need for the hose
The Satrap of Phrasal Prize goes to Mr X for his amazing amalgamation of SB’s preceding entry:
My attempts at this Brainstorm
Are either tossed in the bin or smart
To reach the standard of Astle
They can’t be cliched, obscene or stale
This one, appearing below SB – minor art.
(I mean, how the hell did you anticipate SB’s post falling before yours, only hours from the deadline? A cracking effort.)
Rousing cheers also for SK’s Tiger Woods wonder, as well xobhcnul for his Casey Stoner sampler. These two only missed out on a podium billing due to a clunk in syllable count (with Tiger’s new 4th line) and a minor glitch in tense (with Casey’s finale.) Nevertheless, both were breathtaking and warrant repeating:
The golfing world knows only one Tiger Woods,
A brilliant career, until it all got so weird,
Addiction to blondes, and red wigs too,
But taunts from the press- “Just Do It” so grew,
Until he had to admit to the world- “I’d got worse”.
There’s a young man: Casey Stoner,
Who’ll win more races yet son,
Last weekend at The Island,
He showed how he handles it,
In front he stays. Encore!
Encore yourselves. The maiden output of milericks met its end aim. They were outstanding.
Comments
GymBunnies — 02 November at 10:02PM
Poetic justice has been served!