My Lady Gaga Poem

So, I found this odd poetry contest called the Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry contest (link here to get the details.) 

Basically, people write humorous poems, often in the form of other poems by more famous (and usually dead) poets. So, here I give you my take on the old favorite of mine, Richard Cory (sometimes spelled Corey).  I think it is a succinct and elegant poem with a dark twist, and I like it very much.  Following it, please read my entry into the Wergle Flomp contest, a poem in iambic pentameter about Lady Gaga. Sorry for the weird formatting. I can’t fix it.

RICHARD CORY by Edwin Arlington Robinson

WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town

We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed, 5
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace: 10
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, 15
Went home and put a bullet through his head. 


Lady Gaga Via Richard Corey by Laura Preble (apologies to Edwin Arlington Robinson)

Whenever Lady Gaga took the stage,

We peons on the benches cheered for her:

She dripped of jewels and paint, and blessed sage,

Wore meat as the antithesis to fur.

And she, with breasts and navel on display,

Did beg of us to poke her in the face,

To dance, just dance, and in this dancing say

“It’ll be okay” and thus we’d gain her grace.

So we spent all our bucks on concert tix

And humbly sought the queen to seek her pardon.

And Gaga, sick of fame, did hit the bricks,

Went home, and got a job at Olive Garden.


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sam
    Mar 09, 2011 @ 16:23:54

    very entertaining and quite funny! job well done!


  2. Dan Tricarico
    Mar 09, 2011 @ 18:11:43

    Because I could not stop for GaGa,
    She kindly stopped for me–

    Hey, this is kind of fun.

    Good job! Perfect poem choice!


  3. Laura Brewster
    Mar 26, 2011 @ 14:18:28

    I love it. It reminds me of my “Sorting Hat of Insomnia” poem. Words are fun.


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