Flights of Fancy by Guest Bard Roger Still

Editor's Note: Today's selection of Doggerel comes to us courtesy of Roger Still, who humbly describes himself as a new writer. Though his poems may leave you wanting more, he effortlessly lifted the AntiPoetic Gauntlet of Poésie Sans Poète (No I, ME, MY, or MINE - see Submissions page). Find out more about him HERE.

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The Unicorn Hammer


"What is that?" the child asked

Eyeing the shiny object with speculation.

"That, is a Unicorn Hammer," the old man replied.

"What’s it for?" the child asked.

"Why, for bashing in the skulls of beautiful

Mythical creatures," the old man answered.

The child cried and cried while the old man

Simply chuckled to himself.



Captive to The Fool


Notice how the king is entranced

By the noises of the jester

Though they are crude, he is in love

With the netherworld of life

Watching as his jester takes him

To the dingiest depths of depravity

Then scales onto heights of impropriety



When the time for bequeathing comes

The jester will walk away with jewels.



Sanskrit


Facing a cave wall, some egg heads

Considered the etchings and characters

Left behind by ancient architects



They must have had something in common

Head, heart, lust, recipes?

But their faces are long buried

Beneath tides of earth and moss



Someday, they will be in a museum

Someday perhaps, they shall be truly rediscovered...

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Frog Prince Syndrome

"The women in this town

 Won't give me so much as a peck.

 Those where I come from

 They even stretch out their neck!"

~ Roque Dalton

Frog Prince Syndrome

- I -

Far from Principality he wanders

Witnessing wreckage and wonders

Playing a peasant that ponders

Impoverished as one who squanders

Rejected by raucous responders

- II -

Woe unto this Prince

His disguise too effective

Mismatched with Prima Donnas

(they are rather selective)

Whoever would kiss and

Transform toad thus defective?

- III -

There is none yet worthy

To claim him highly prized

But when they find each other

Both of them shall be surprised!

- IV -
Many a fine fly remains 
To be snared by kingly tongue
Thus this prince swims alone
Through thick swamps on his own ...
 
- V -
Yes that's his lot
With hackneyed cliches and a hollow plot
Rambling until every rattling bone starts to rot
No backup on the way; his words all he's got
Holding on tight if only to take a long shot
You get the gist ¿(or perhaps maybe not)?

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