Rules of engagement:[ul][li]Original work only please[]Try to emulate the style of the original in some way (in case someone doesn’t know it)[]Include a link to the original if possibleUse the spoiler box[/ul]Here’s my first attempt.[/li] Follower by Seamus Heaney
When young, I recall quite enjoying
my dad’s skill at ploughing the cloying
earth of the ground.
I followed him round.
But now he’s just old and annoying.
Xanadu had me really impressed.
Kubla’s dome was completely the best:
It had gardens and hills,
And some babe with the chills,
And… oh shit. I forgot all the rest.
To be or, perchance, not to be;
It’s hard to decide it, you see:
To snuff it and end it,
To stay here and mend it,
Or bump off my whole family.
Romeo and Juliet
Although Juliet’s ‘death’ was a myth,
She and Romeo perished forthwith.
One might well have hoped
That, instead, they’d eloped
Under “Mr. and Mrs. John Smith”.
Well my thinking was this: if you saw a parody without first knowing the thing being parodied, it might lessen the impact of the parody. Hence the request for the link and the spoiler tag.
To Kill a Mockingbird, with apologies to Harper Lee and anyone who appreciates proper scansion:
When Atticus described his dissent
With killing, I didn’t get his intent.
But when dressed as a ham,
I got attacked by a man,
Then Boo killed him, and I understood what he’d meant.
The Grapes of Wrath (final chapter - SERIOUS spoiler)
There once was a young female Okie
Stuck in a barn wet and soakie
Who said a man needs to eat
So come suck on my teat
And it will all turn out okey-dokey
There was a rich man named John Hammond
Who had scientists at his commammond.
One day on a lark
He built a dinosaur park,
Chaos Theory and OSHA be damnoned.
There once was a man named Galt,
Who said it was communists’ fault,
While the lefties were preying,
He went on strike, saying:
“It’s the engine of the world that I’ll halt.”
Eve and Adam were cast out of Eden,
For Moses, the Red Sea’s recedin’,
The Flood was a killer,
Lot’s wife is a pillar,
And we’re all saved by Jesus’ bleedin’.
I don’t know how to do spoilers (someone will inform me how, I’m sure), so I’ll just get right to my Aeneid limerick:
I sing of arms and the man
Who had a magnificent plan:
“Since the Greeks burned my home,
I’ll ship out and found Rome.
With my Pop and my whole Trojan clan.”
There once was a thief named Laroche,
Whose manner was vulgar and gauche,
But on the topic of flowers
He’d go on for hours
With a passion that was beyond reproach.
A fellow named Winston did some drinking,
The kind that leads nat’rally to thinking,
He was a follower of Goldstein,
And with Julia did dine,
But in the end Room 101 got him finking.
There once was a clown oh-so scary
Who haunted the sewers of Derry
But with Turtles & Chud
Kids nipped “It” in the bud
But was the pre-teen orgy necessary?