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Royal Wedding Special

April 30, 2011

Turf tore open, tombstones shattered,
And spilt a thousand years’ remains:
A horde of zombies dank and tattered
Came shambling out in search of brains.
The undead hordes had happy hunting:
The handheld flags, the miles of bunting,
Red-white-and-blue, turned mainly red;
The toll was half a million dead.

Of course, it didn’t stop the wedding.
To faze the Queen takes more than that:
Although a zombie ate her hat
And tried to smash Prince Philip’s head in,
The royal calm was not decreased.
(Until Diana showed, at least.)

3 Comments leave one →
  1. Xiémuç Guiri permalink
    April 30, 2011 3:31 am

    Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad taste. I approve.

    Actually, I’m enjoying these Onegin stanzas generally. You’ve not only taken on the form with aplomb, I think you’ve taken on the conversational style of Pushkin’s stanzas as well. These stanzas (sonnets?) aren’t posey in the least; they are careful and clever and a concise expression of thoughts. Good work.

  2. May 1, 2011 12:07 am

    What was it they said about Tom Lehrer? “Mr. Lehrer’s Muse is not fettered by such inhibiting factors as taste.” Words to live by.

    I’m enjoying the hell out of the Onegin stanza. (I do think of them as stanzas, rather than sonnets. Not sure why. Possibly because thanks to Shakespeare pentameter seems like an integral part of sonnets? But I don’t really know.) Thank you very much for the kind words!


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