You don’t know how fond of that I am...when I was 12, I helped create, act in, and I designed the costumes for a parody of that poem! A good memory!
I’ve been awol cause I’ve mostly been writing fictions lately.
But speaking of parodies - here’s a little something I wrote after reading something totally atrocious that the author was just so proud of:
To the tune of Home on the Range
I remember the time
I was not filled with the slime
that some folks delight to churn out,
bad lines falling like rain,
till I winch with the pain,
and I forget what is good - o the doubt!
Bleach, bleach for my brain,
to remove all the shadows and pain -
I long to suspend disbelief
and enjoy without grief
where the stories make sense once again.
Hi Knitting, good to hear from you. Glad to hear you’ve been writing fiction.
Ah, happy you received good vibes from the old poem, it is delightful.
I am a total slacker this summer and have written virtually nothing.
Good parody, I know it helped clean the residue from the other’s sludge.