The ninth entry in the contest comes from Chris Tilling of Chrisendom, who is currently doing postgraduate work under Max Turner at Tübingen University.
As Barth
Blue books fill my shelf, inviting to be devoured
But my lazy arse sometimes needs to be first overpowered
He did write an awful lot,
But at least it wasn’t a lot that was awful Schrott
Though my butt is not lazy all the time, mind you
As often I love to read the CD, especially while on the loo
Luther too did his best thinking on the pot,
As, according to the Apocryphal Liturgy of Moses, so did Lot.
Hang on, Chris, toilet humour is not appropriate for a man of such greatness
And I gotta tell you, not much rhymes with ‘greatness’ (nor ‘bollocks’ come to that).
Oh, actually ‘lateness’ does. Shit.
Don’t get me wrong, not all poetry needs to rhyme
Especially because drafting it takes up a bit more time
But this is all the more the case with Barth,
As his name sounds like the sound my bottom makes when I
Go to bed.
Oh yes, don’t make me a limp wristed poem writer, Oh Lord
That takes himself too seriously and gets everyone deathly bored.
Make me a Barth without the unfortunate rhyme,
Yea, Lord, make me a more of a Barthian,
For that’s not so easy to rhyme with a gastronomical functian.
The contest will end on July 4, at which point we will have a poll to decide who is the winner. If you wish to enter the contest, email me here. See the original post for more information.
As Barth
Blue books fill my shelf, inviting to be devoured
But my lazy arse sometimes needs to be first overpowered
He did write an awful lot,
But at least it wasn’t a lot that was awful Schrott
Though my butt is not lazy all the time, mind you
As often I love to read the CD, especially while on the loo
Luther too did his best thinking on the pot,
As, according to the Apocryphal Liturgy of Moses, so did Lot.
Hang on, Chris, toilet humour is not appropriate for a man of such greatness
And I gotta tell you, not much rhymes with ‘greatness’ (nor ‘bollocks’ come to that).
Oh, actually ‘lateness’ does. Shit.
Don’t get me wrong, not all poetry needs to rhyme
Especially because drafting it takes up a bit more time
But this is all the more the case with Barth,
As his name sounds like the sound my bottom makes when I
Go to bed.
Oh yes, don’t make me a limp wristed poem writer, Oh Lord
That takes himself too seriously and gets everyone deathly bored.
Make me a Barth without the unfortunate rhyme,
Yea, Lord, make me a more of a Barthian,
For that’s not so easy to rhyme with a gastronomical functian.
The contest will end on July 4, at which point we will have a poll to decide who is the winner. If you wish to enter the contest, email me here. See the original post for more information.
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