Clerihew Poems
One day the putting of Cotton - Clerihew
by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
One day the putting of Cotton
Was so indescribably rotten
That H.H. the Sultan of Johore
Beat him by 6 and 4.
Dame Laura Knight - Clerihew
by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Dame Laura Knight
Had unusually keen sight.
She could spot a circus clown, they say
A couple of miles away.
Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree - Clerihew
by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree
Would never acceot any fee
For singing The wearing of the Green,
Accompanying himself on the tambourine.
I regard Zinghis Khan - Clerihew
by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
I regard Zinghis Khan
As rather an over-rated man.
What, after all, could be easier
Than conquering from the Pacific to Silesia?
Alexander Graham Bell
by Henry Splawn Taylor
Alexander Graham Bell
has shuffled off this mobile cell.
He's not talking any more
But he has a lot to answer for.
Alexander Graham Bell
by Henry Splawn Taylor
Alexander Graham Bell
has shuffled off this mobile cell.
He's not talking any more
But he has a lot to answer for.
Thomas Warton
by Henry Splawn Taylor
Thomas Warton
never met Dolly Parton.
It made him quite surly
to have been born too early
Whenever William Cobbett
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Whenever William Cobbett
Saw a hen-roost, he would rob it.
He posed as a British Farmer,
But knew nothing about Karma.
The novels of Jane Austen
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The novels of Jane Austen
Are the ones to get lost in.
I wonder if Labby
Has read Northanger Abbey
I do not extenuate Bunyan's - Clerihew
by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
I do not extenuate Bunyan's
Intemperate use of onions,
But if I knew a wicked agress
I would lend her The Pilgrim's Progress.
