Silly Poetry

Especially in the summer, we like to amuse ourselves by making up foolish rhymes.  There is nothing much to say about this, just that if you have a few moments to spare, you might want to write some poetry with very little redeeming social value, such as the bit of pseudo-Elizabethan doggerel below. 

 

 The Ballad of Tom Rand

 A young fellow by name of Tom Rand
Was born into riches and power;
But the Crown took his family’s land,
After removing their heads in the tower.

All during the reign of Queen Mary,
This fashionable fellow so sly,
In Paris was happy to tarry
Until that queen happened to die.

Then Rand made his way back to England,
To try for his fortune to glean,
He sought to achieve a great errand
To meet with Elizabeth the Queen.

For Rand had been blessed with a talent,
A tongue so glib and so smooth,
In English and French, he was fluent,
The ladies all said that he cooed.

To the best English tailor, he traveled,
For a fashionable pair of slashed hose,
So the court might be properly dazzled,
The stockings were a bright shade of rose.

Then Rand got his chance to be charming,
His audience soon was approved,
His talk was both sweet and disarming,
At Whitehall, he totally grooved.

Liz noted his vast lack of candor,
She remarked on his very red pants,
His gift for flimflam so impressed her,
She made him liaison to France.