An Ancient Song - Parody after Tolkien and Summer Is Icumen In
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ‘tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damn, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM
Ezra Loomis POUND 1885_1972 MURIE SONG
Plumber is icumen in;
Bludhie big tu-do.
Bloweth lampe, and showeth dampe,
And dripth the wud thru.
Bludie hel, boo-hoo!
Thawth drain, and runneth bath;
Saw sawth, and scruth scru;
Bull-kuk squirteh up anew, *
Boo-hoo, boo-hoo.
Tom Pugh, Tom Pugh, well plombës thu, Tom Pugh;
Better job I never nu.
Therefore will I cease boo-hoo,
Woorie not, but cry pooh-pooh,
Murie sing pooh-pooh, pooh-pooh,
Pooh-pooh!
A.V.CAMPBELL Summary Judgement
Summer is icumen in
And millions grow cuckoo
Nursing seeds and cursing weeds
As hope springs up anew â€"
Though undue.
“Last year's parsley came up sparsely,
This year's will come through,
Also dazzling rows of basil,
Beans and melons, too â€"
Honeydew! â€
Up at dawn to tend the lawn,
They sweat and toil and stew,
Spines in knots from jiffypots
Transplanted (all askew) .
Aches accrue.
Yet they all, from spring to fall,
Though sorely tied, stay true.
Who're these fools with garden tools,
This idiotic crew? â€"
Me and you.
Felicia LAMPORT 1916_1999