Doggerel Verse, by Bobby Goosey

 

Doggerel Verse 

 

One has a talent for doggerel verse,

Doggerel, doggerel, doggerel verse,

But what does one do with fresh doggerel mirth?

What’s it all worth, all one’s doggerel mirth?

 

You feed it to doggies, your dog’s eaten worse,

Doggerel, doggerel, doggerel verse,

They digest it well if it’s kept plain and terse;

Doggies love mirthful-terse doggerel verse.

 

One writes profusions of doggerel verse,

Doggerel, doggerel, doggerel verse,

But one often questions its doggerel worth,

What’s it all worth, all one’s doggerel mirth?

 

Well, it’s worth mucho-much, there’s a doggerel dearth,

Doggerel, doggerel, doggerel dearth,

Your stuff’s worth a fortune, your doggerel mirth,

Keep writing: make up for the doggerel dearth.

 

Well, one tries hard to sell it, one’s doggerel verse,

Doggerel, doggerel, doggerel verse,

And it’s funny, but nobody wants to buy mirth;

No buyers in sight on this doggerel earth.

 

Okay, no one needs it, your doggerel verse,

Doggerel, doggerel, doggerel verse,

But it keeps your feet grounded on this Mother Earth,

Doggerel, doggerel, doggerel earth,

 

It plugs the holes up in your head with terse mirth,

Mirthful, true, dearthful, but merciful mirth;

So that’s what it’s worth, that’s the doggerel worth

Of doggerel, doggerel, doggerel verse.

 

[Nonsense Poem by Bobby Lee Goosey, excerpted from the book by U.R. Bowie, Here We Be. Where Be We?]