Clerihew Poems
I believe it was admitted by Scott - Clerihew
by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
I believe it was admitted by Scott
That some of his novels were rot.
How different was he from Lytton
Who admired everything he had written!
How the Emperor Jovian - Clerihew
by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
How the Emperor Jovian
Would have revelled in the The Harovian!
And can't you see Diocletian
Roaring over The Fettesian?
Thomas Carlyle - Clerihew
by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Thomas Carlyle
Suffered with his bile.
He wrote Sartore Restartus;
But that shan't part us.
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.
'Steady the Greeks!' shouted Aeschylus - Clerihew
by Edmund Clerihew Bentley
'Steady the Greeks!' shouted Aeschylus.
'We won't let such dogs as these kill us!'
Nothing he thought, could be bizarrer than
The Persians winning at Marathon.
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.
