Phoney historians
Have far too much to hide,
Like laced up Victorians
Concealing fervent pride.
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Useless song
This song is quite tuneless
Without reason at all,
The rhyme is just as useless
As cats wailing on the wall
As caterwauling Catherine
Cooking Brussel sprouts,
Now banging on a tambourine
To drown her husband's shouts
Drowning with the vegetables
They have no taste at all.
Bellows are expendables
Like cats wailing on the wall
Yet bellows can be handy
To keep the fire alight.
The ardent are always randy
In the darkness of the night
If pure reason is crude madness
Then this rhyme makes perfect sense,
For laughter must mean sadness
Without reason at all,
The rhyme is just as useless
As cats wailing on the wall
As caterwauling Catherine
Cooking Brussel sprouts,
Now banging on a tambourine
To drown her husband's shouts
Drowning with the vegetables
They have no taste at all.
Bellows are expendables
Like cats wailing on the wall
Yet bellows can be handy
To keep the fire alight.
The ardent are always randy
In the darkness of the night
If pure reason is crude madness
Then this rhyme makes perfect sense,
For laughter must mean sadness
And calm then must mean tense
This song is then melodious
And truly sensible.
The rhyme is simply glorious
Thus quite infallible
Hell then must be Heaven,
Then best we should all fall,
For this verse is number seven
Green bottles on the wall
Or perhaps there were eight
And maybe even more,
If true love is false hate,
The rich then must be poor.
A caterwauling feline
Sings a subtle melody,
To celebrate its nine
Lives, stuck up in a gum-tree.
This song is then melodious
And truly sensible.
The rhyme is simply glorious
Thus quite infallible
Hell then must be Heaven,
Then best we should all fall,
For this verse is number seven
Green bottles on the wall
Or perhaps there were eight
And maybe even more,
If true love is false hate,
The rich then must be poor.
A caterwauling feline
Sings a subtle melody,
To celebrate its nine
Lives, stuck up in a gum-tree.
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Doggerel and image (double exposure- watercolour and Victorian photograph, c. 1980) © Mirino. September, 2013
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