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!
Brother Dave's Doggerel For The Day, 06/25/17 - #1
I was born a blond and remained one until I was
ten, then my hair turned brown.
The first stray gray hairs came 'round when I was
twenty. And now there's white.
It's the same color-transition pattern Dad had, so I
have no reason to put it down.
Better that over time than be like folks so frightened
their hair whitens overnight.
(Of course, with male-pattern balding and a buzz-cut,
there's not much hair there.)
I wrote and posted a quatrain of verse on Facebook as a "Comment" commemorating a couple's fortieth wedding anniversary. Even though the words are much too sentimental, even embarrassingly so, I thought I might still risk exposing my vulnerable soft-'n'-gooey center by re-posting the verse here because 1.) I really am just a hopeless romantic, so I might as well own that in a public forum, and 2.) Maybe some agent for Hallmark will read my rhyme and, after wiping away the stream of free-flowing tears inspired by the pathos that infuses my work, he or she will seek me out and offer me a fortune for these few words that delve so deeply, yet tenderly, into the human condition, to share the verse with all the (greeting-card-buying) world.
Brother Dave's Doggerel For The Day, 06/25/17 - #2
It is truly impressive, of course,
Whenever the groom and bride
Can go 40 years without divorce
Or, better still, without homicide.