Duke’s Grandeur
J.J. is charged with driving while drunk;
He did flame out, like bricking from jump shots;
He gathers to a sadness, like the reek of shots
Breathed. Why will teams now draft this punk?
No, wait, that’s Redick, bleared, smeared with booze;
He wears Zima’s smudge and shares the smell; the ruse
Is up now—Duke is not great, it is a lie.
His mug shot’s up but he will cry in verse,
And like lacrosse, no, he will not repent.
At least he didn’t throw it in reverse.
His eyes were “very glassy,” and he went
And u-turned from the cops—what could be worse?
3 comments:
I think we'll have to do this with the ten year olds -- thinking about rhyme you know. They LOOOOVE to rhyme.
As a former English major and soon-to-be teacher, your parody poem is quite impressive. Hopkins' literary devices are astounding, and how you can make a great parody of his poem speaks volumes to your poetic ability. My favorite of his poems is "The Windhover" though.
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