Brother Dave's Doggerel For The Day
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Doggerel is a form of verse that may be crudely constructed with regard to meter and rhyme and the other elements of classical poetry. Doggerel is often written for humorous effect. Doggerel is generally considered to be trivial, having little or no literary value, and wholly unworthy of being referred to as "poetry." Doggerel is what it is.
When a friend cajoled me into establishing a Twitter account, I had not previously visited Twitter and had no clue as to what I'd do with my own Twitter page. But, for whatever reason, I soon decided that I might post original doggerel there.
At first, I confined my rhymes to a single post, meaning the doggerel was 140-or-less alphanumeric characters in length. And because Twitter did not allow even the most basic of text formatting options back then — such as line breaks, for example — I used forward-slashes to separate the lines of a couplet or quatrain of verse. Following is an early example:
There are still Indians in Indiana / And you may find one if you try /
If not a native Miami or Shawnee / Then one from New Delhi or Mumbai
However, when the constraints of 140-or-less alphanumeric characters became too limiting, I devised the following form for posting longer doggerel on Twitter. Note: Contrary to the normal approach to reading a sequence of paragraph-like blocks of text in English from top down, Twitter feeds are read from bottom up. So, start reading the post that begins with "Above are four (Count 'em, 4!) tweets..." and work your way back up to the top block in the column.
Anyway, posted below should be the most current effort in the Brother Dave's Doggerel For The Day series. While the series title may imply that a new verse will be written and posted each day, such is not likely to be the case. Recently, the frequency has been two-to-four rhymes per week. When a new bit of doggerel is posted, the verse it replaces will be allocated to the archives, where it will remain available for viewing in perpetuity. And, oh yeah, I reserve the right to edit, reformat, or make any other changes to the original material, as the muse moves me and, hopefully, to better serve this webpage presentation. So there!
It was just after twelve-thirty this morning when I went to bed.
And it was about four a.m. when I awoke with this in my head:
Brother Dave's Doggerel For The Day, 04/16/18
Why I did so, I do not know. But in randomly musing, I'd applied a little critical analysis to the age-old question "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?"
"The chicken" before the Boolean OR operator seems to reference the first chicken, not some recent involuntary donor of a KFC breast, thigh, wing, or leg.
I'd always assumed "the egg" referred to the first chicken egg, but parallel syntax and lack of an adjectival "chicken" qualifier don't support that assumption.
The first egg dates back 1.2-billion years to the origin of sex. Whereas, domestic chickens date back a mere few millennia — meat and eggs for human consumption.