Rabbie Burns fell upon his sword they say
But I knew he was pitchforking hay
Literally, I took their words
Because he had only wanted herbs.
Herbs to make his food more savoury
For he was sick of bread and gravy
But bread it is the staff of life
Saving the stomach from hungry strife
He had eschewed his wife’s basic meal
Then worked on the farm, his void purse to heal
He dropped down dead, empty and vague
All for his obsession with parsley and sage.
Oh, Form for All, how I enjoy you! Here’s my thought process.
“Dammit, it’s 8pm (here in the UK), I’ve not long got home from work, I’m tired, I just want to put my feet up… Noo! dVerse! Why do I have to work out how t write a new poetry form? Why isn’t it Open Link Night?… Hmm, I could have some fun with this… Oh! I have an idea…!”
Tonight over on dVerse, Gayle has invited us to write a Clerihew. As Gayle explains ‘A Clerihew is a comic verse on biographical topics consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme of aabb that was invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16.’
I hope you enjoy my attempt – I have no idea where the story came from (not unusual, to be honest)!
Why not have a go yourself? It’s fun!
** Gayle kindly pointed out I forgot to include the name of a famous person in the first line of my poem… So I have used Rabbie Burns, the Scottish poet who was the son of a farmer. Thank you, Gayle!