a) Reprise of material posted on February 10 in previous years ...
2020: trees, sabal palmettos, (poem - 'brief saga')
2021: bottom-line humor, gastro-esophageal reflux (poem - 'brief saga')
2022: inspired by Ogden Nash, a gnat and a nit (poem - 'brief saga')
2023: Canadiana, Newfoundland potato famine (poem - 'brief saga')
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b) Today's Offering (Feb 10, 2024):
PASTICHE, including PARODY-LYRICS: (Pastiche implies the use of several sources, even several art-forms, as a vehicle for the parody)
ORIGINAL POEMS: Lyrics are based in part on the poems "Jabberwocky"1871, Lewis Carroll for stanza 1-8, and "La Belle Dame Sans Merci"1819, John Keats, for stanza 9. PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, 2001 and 2014. You can view these lyrics and commentary displayed on a parody-lyrics website at AmIRight.com Post "Trailerparky"
The protagonist of this pseudo-medieval tale acted as treasurer of a de facto condominium involving 25 cottage properties at the northern edge of Lake Erie, in the Township of Malahide (yes!). Drama developed when the owner of a large adjacent shorefront property, under financial duress, threatened to sell a portion of his land (which included a sizable 'frog-pond') for a trailerpark development.
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| The traditional tune "Greensleeves" |
TRAILERPARKY
( to the tune of "Greensleeves")
'Twas April, and the faulty stoves
Were piled beside the sagging gate;
All fish-flied were the poplar groves,
With plumbing opened late.
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Carroll and Alice Lidell
(fanciful portrait) |
"Beware the Trailerpark, my son!The johns that flush! porch swings that glide!
Beware E. coli counts, and shun
Approvious Malahide !"
At 'condo, sort-of' heads they shook:
Long floating loan-forms he prepares -
So co-signed he, with the Private Three
At the Bank of M upstairs.
And as the roadway bills he paid
Erie-storms the clay did shift.The drained Cement-and-Gravel Way
Lay rubbled ' neath the cliff.
Back tax! back tax! the Feds they forced
The neighbour's plans deflated twice !
He played his hand, and copped the land
At a freshly garnished price.
And hast thou bought the Marshy-Flats ?
Come to the Tuck-Shop brunch !", they voice.
"Mosquito breeds, O Noxious Weeds !
But we have no other choice."
'Twas August, and the slant-cut poles
Were tied and turgid by the gate:
All pansied were the Old-road's holes,
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| Clay cliffs, west of the site of the story |
And the levy-cheques post-date.
By autumn, at the condo's shore
Did tires the tree-drift beach retread;
All frogsy was OUR pond, and for
The moment books out-red.
And this is why few snowbird here,
Valve-closed or winter-watering,
'Though sludge is filtered from the lake,
And no bugs sting.
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Lake Erie cliffs, looking west
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La Belle Dame
Sans Merci
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