The tailgaters thread (poetry for fun and... fun)

A tailgater is a poem, specifically a couplet (a pair of lines) where the first line is supplied by a famous poem, and the second by you.

Most that I’ve ever read have been funny rather than profound, but there isn’t anything that says you can’t write a profound one if your sensibilities lie in that direction.

They do not have to rhyme. They do not have to be a particular meter. They just have to be two lines, with the first line famous and the second quite often infamous.

To an Actress, Regretting That Dessert

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
have you ever considered Jazzercise?

Hope is the thing with feathers
I just ran over with my car

They fuck you up, your mum and dad
Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done.
Does everyone have noro or am I the only one?

I like it! Did you just read my post in the Pit, or is it just a coincidence?

Nature’s first green is gold
Or how else can you tell new from old?

Coincidence. That’s hilarious. :smiley:

I actually used this to court Mrs. 74westy.

Come live with me and be my love.
And I’ll buy you a baseball glove.

At least mine rhymed. And, yes, I did buy her an infielder’s mitt.

I like this. Okay if I post another?

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said
“Look at the workmanship in this silver and turquoise band!”

Two roads diverged in yellow wood,
This GPS fail can’t be good.

When I consider how my light is spent
I guess I didn’t pay the rent.

Once upon a midnight dreary,
I cheered myself up just like Timothy Leary.

(these are like Pringles!) :smiley:

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall.
I wish they’d used canvas, frame and all.