This excellent doggerel poem was sent by J. Mudcat Miller from Catchogue, New York, & published in the letters to the editor in the Sunday, January 6th, 2008, Book Review. To the Editor: In re your review of John Updike’s “Due Considerations: Essays and Criticism” (Nov. 4): There aren’t too many others like
our John, the writer, Up, yes, dike.
His brain, like his golf, is well above par,
and his work is, well, it’s wunderbar.
But how I wish, to my chagrin,
that he could, just for once, begin
a sentence and, without a bend,
continue straight until the end.
When I read his books I find
it’s like a Christmas of the mind,
and he is Santa, bringing pauses,
father of dependent clauses.
It's great to see doggerel in newspapers - very 19th Century, let's bring that back!
January 08, 2008
Doggerel about John Updike in the New York Times Book Review
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Christmas,
doggerel,
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Hey, thanks for picking up my little creation. It sparked, among friends, a bit of back-and-forth that's threatening to become a new poetry form: author miming. Here's one of my salvos:
The fight was bad.
My face was cut.
A doctor should have stitched it, but
a tailor would be
hell to pay.
I chose to go
the hemming way.
Thanks again,
J. Mudcat Miller
Cutchogue, NY
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