Good Morning and welcome to day fifteen of NaPoWriMo. I have made it to the half way point of the month with some skill and a little luck. Today's prompt:
asks you to get a bit silly and pen a parody. Iâ€™ve found these are actually a good way of internalizing lessons about rhyme and meter â€” they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and a good parody closely imitates the tone and rhythm of the poem that it mocks. And what poem should you parody? Well, the didactic, moralizing verses of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries are a rich mine of sing-songy, overly precise meters and bloatedly sentimental themes. Joyce Kilmerâ€™s Trees has probably been parodied hundreds of times, but it kind of deserves it. My father used to gleefully render the opening lines of John Greenleaf Whittierâ€™s The Barefoot Boy, as â€œBarefoot boy, with cheeks of tan/run over by a moving van.â€ If youâ€™re looking for something short, Edna St. Vincent Millayâ€™s First Fig isnâ€™t a bad little poem in its own right, but its rhythm and rather precious â€œahâ€ and â€œohâ€ makes it a worthy candidate for a parody. Some other possibilities: Abou Ben Adhem, Bingen on the Rhine, and Over the Hill to the Poor House.
My candle burns at both ends
How will I last the month
Ah chores ignored; oh it does cleanse
To navigate the labyrinth
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friendsâ€”
It gives a lovely light.