For the past several years I've been posting to Facebook each day some little ditties that, collectively, I've been calling "Daily Doggerel." Initially, I called them "Daily Quatrains," but I soon found I needed, at times, to be more ... expansive. Four lines just were insufficient to communicate the range of my--what?--insubstantiality? My superficiality?
Anyway, I soon was adding other little daily ditties, too. From my word-of-the-day calendar I would compose a little couplet (or more) about the word from the day before; I also began summarizing the plays of Shakespeare in rhymed couplets of iambic pentameter (hmmm ... wonder where I got that idea?).
It was not long before the whole thing was out of control. I had accumulated so many of the ditties that I decided to collect, then publish them on Kindle Direct. On June 6, 2013, I uploaded the first of what has now grown to be six volumes (each about 100 pp long); the seventh will appear at the end of November/beginning of December. Here's a link to my Amazon Author Page where you can see these volumes--and others of more legitimate stature (an annotated edition of The Call of the Wild, a YA bio of Jack London, and numerous others).
So what are these "poems" about? In the e-published volumes, I arrange the pieces by categories--such as the following: Family; Films, Movies, Books; Quotidian Quandaries & Quibbles; Rants; Nature and Animals; Seasons and Celebrations; etc.
In order to repel a wider audience, I'm no longer going to post the doggerel on Facebook; instead, I'll put them on this site (with a link on FB) so that legions (!) of other readers can take a look and wonder in the basements of their souls what on earth is wrong with this man?
So ... welcome to Post #1 ... and today's installment of Daily Doggerel:
Saturday, 13 September 2014
King Bladder calls in darkest night,
And I attend (I’m kinda bright)
And totter toward that special place—
Avoid nocturnal damp disgrace.
King Bladder’s been the Boss of Me
Since I had prostate surgery
On June 14, 2005.
(But I’m still here, yes, still alive!)
Since then—I get two hours’ sleep;
The King will call, and I will creep
Toward the throne room in the dark.
Obeisance done, I can’t remark
Or otherwise defy this King
Who’s now in charge of everything.
Instead, I crawl back into bed,
Await that Voice within my head,
And stumble off at His command—
O, Bladder King! O, ruthless hand!
O, King, what precious stones you’ve got,
But I am full of regal rot,
And I am sick of shock and awe—
I say, “Let’s stage a coup d’état!”
I knew the stars must all be crossed
When Bob, cartographer, got lost.
[cartographer = one that makes maps]
Shakespeare Couplet: A Midsummer Night's Dream (40):
“Methought I was enamor’d of an ass,”
Titania says, so glad her “dream” has passed. (4.1)