In light of the recent pandemic, I think it would be remiss of me to not write a poem about the coronavirus. Or in this case, a parody of the Kinks', "My Sharona" (which, apparently, "was going too far" for Weird Al, according to the New York Post. However, many others have taken up the… Continue reading “Why, Corona?” A parody
I've been helping teach an after-school poetry class for teens, and one of the assignments was a "found" poem composed of song lyrics from artists each student chose. Students were also tasked with choosing from a long list of provided themes to focus their writing, and to come up with a picture (drawn or nabbed from the internet) to accompany their poems.
MAURA SANDERS was lying in a hospital bed waiting to die. At 24, she couldn't imagine a more terrible fate, but if she was honest with herself, she couldn't really imagine a better one either.
Limericks, as you likely know, are generally humorous, and the subject here is not. While this structure may seem like an odd choice for this poem, I think the rhythm and rhyme of it add to the tale, and perhaps the chaos of the main character's situation.
When Kenny shot Charlie, no one was really sure how to react. It wasn't because it was all that surprising — Kenny had had it out for Charlie since day one — but we didn't know whether to rejoice at the end of a feud or dread whatever was coming next.