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.
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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