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Kathy Griffin is an example of a doggerel.
Oh, wait, that dog girl.
Nevermind.
Trump’s use of the word doggerel. Hillary Clinton is the most doggerel person I know! (rude and crude)
Kathy Griffin was only ever funny for maybe five minutes, then she was simply doggerel at best. And as for the word doggerel, I propose it become Hillarygerel instead.
My dog earl got a great nose!
He treed two bears last night in just 1 hour!
Chopin was never accused
Of writing doggerel for the student.
But my fingers were surely abused
When I plunged into playing, not prudent,
“Le Petite Chien” in less than a minute,
The thought of it hounds me to this day,
Because, no matter how much you can spin it,
It sure is a beyotch to play!
Years ago I worked with a girl whose last name was Doggerel.
She was about a 42 DD on top.
Thanks for the memories! ;)
This cries out for an example of doggerel verse, from none other than the great William McGonagall, who has been widely ‘acclaimed’ as the worst poet in history. The poem is by far the most famous ever written by McGonagall, and is still widely quoted. Once you read it you will truly understand the meaning of the word doggerel.
“The Tay Bridge Disaster”
Beautiful railway bridge of the silv’ry Tay
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last sabbath day of 1879
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
’Twas about seven o’clock at night,
And the wind it blew with all its might,
And the rain came pouring down,
And the dark clouds seem’d to frown,
And the Demon of the air seem’d to say-
“I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”
When the train left Edinburgh
The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow,
But Boreas blew a terrific gale,
Which made their hearts for to quail,
And many of the passengers with fear did say-
“I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”
But when the train came near to Wormit Bay,
Boreas he did loud and angry bray,
And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
So the train sped on with all its might,
And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight,
And the passengers’ hearts felt light,
Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year,
With their friends at home they lov’d most dear,
And wish them all a happy New Year.
So the train mov’d slowly along the Bridge of Tay,
Until it was about midway,
Then the central girders with a crash gave way,
And down went the train and passengers into the Tay!
The Storm Fiend did loudly bray,
Because ninety lives had been taken away,
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
As soon as the catastrophe came to be known
The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown,
And the cry rang out all o’er the town,
Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down,
And a passenger train from Edinburgh,
Which fill’d all the peoples hearts with sorrow,
And made them for to turn pale,
Because none of the passengers were sav’d to tell the tale
How the disaster happen’d on the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
It must have been an awful sight,
To witness in the dusky moonlight,
While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray,
Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay,
I must now conclude my lay
By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay,
That your central girders would not have given way,
At least many sensible men do say,
Had they been supported on each side with buttresses,
At least many sensible men confesses,
For the stronger we our houses do build,
The less chance we have of being killed.
When I write parodies, I describe myself as “The wag tailoring the doggerel.”