Moog thinks the most surprising thing about having his own allotment-based blog, is the amount of poetry people have been sending him.
Moog has spent most of his summer recovering from having cruciate ligament surgery on his knee, and thinks a spot of poetry is just the thing to help him relax. Who am I to disagree?
This one's hot off the press from Wise Mike's Wisdom Shed:
When the wind through lonely grass stems blows.
And naught but wretched bindweed grows,
Take heart, and from your shed look out,
Upon your kingdom, parched from drought,
But ever upon the turning of the soil,they say,
New life will spring, so come the 'morrow; more weeds so gay!
I would tell you what Moog thinks, but he's dropped quietly off to sleep, and I don't want to disturb him.
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Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Friday, 5 October 2007
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
A poem from Moog’s friend
Moog’s friend Nicola has sent in an allotment poem for the blog. Moog thinks his friend has got a vivid imagination (unlike his good self) but perhaps she shouldn’t give up her day job. Not just yet anyway:
There was a young man from Bletchley,
who tried hard to grow his own tea.
He got an allotment,
but the number of weeds meant
he got awfully bored and hungry!
Moog thinks rhyming “allotment” and “weeds meant” was nicely done, considering they can only rhyme depending on the reader’s pronunciation of allotment. Moog would have been more impressed if his friend found a rhyme for ‘Wolverton’ instead of ‘Bletchley’. [Ed: 'Wolverton' wouldn't scan, Moog].
While he had his literary criticism hat on, Moog thought it was interesting to note that if you read this limerick as prose, it actually makes very good sense; Moog’s friend hasn’t had to use any techniques such as poetic inversion to make it rhyme and force the words into the limerick format. However, if you take away the enforced rhythm and read the poem as prose you also take away the feeling of comedy that Moog’s friend has brought to the story. She uses a familiar comic tone to indicate to the reader that this isn’t meant to be taken as a pure statement of fact. So although the words aren’t funny in themselves, the limerick and the ending exclamation mark bring comic appeal to the poem.
I don’t know where Moog gets this sort of stuff from, I really don’t. We changed his food recently, it might be that I suppose.
There was a young man from Bletchley,
who tried hard to grow his own tea.
He got an allotment,
but the number of weeds meant
he got awfully bored and hungry!
Moog thinks rhyming “allotment” and “weeds meant” was nicely done, considering they can only rhyme depending on the reader’s pronunciation of allotment. Moog would have been more impressed if his friend found a rhyme for ‘Wolverton’ instead of ‘Bletchley’. [Ed: 'Wolverton' wouldn't scan, Moog].
While he had his literary criticism hat on, Moog thought it was interesting to note that if you read this limerick as prose, it actually makes very good sense; Moog’s friend hasn’t had to use any techniques such as poetic inversion to make it rhyme and force the words into the limerick format. However, if you take away the enforced rhythm and read the poem as prose you also take away the feeling of comedy that Moog’s friend has brought to the story. She uses a familiar comic tone to indicate to the reader that this isn’t meant to be taken as a pure statement of fact. So although the words aren’t funny in themselves, the limerick and the ending exclamation mark bring comic appeal to the poem.
I don’t know where Moog gets this sort of stuff from, I really don’t. We changed his food recently, it might be that I suppose.
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