My Facebook friend (and friend) Ruth Dudley Edwards said she needed a four line humorous poem and couldn't think of any. This made me remember the following, though I should have been working.
You may know them all. They are not obscure.
The first two are anonymous.
The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust hath the just's umbrella
Oh, see the happy moron;
He doesn't give a damn.
I wish I were a moron.
My God, perhaps I am.
My father loved to recite this. It turns out not to be anonymous but to have a history.
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away...
And my favourite:
Lord Finchley tried to mend the Electric Light
Himself. It struck him dead:
And serve him right!It is the business of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan.
Belloc never lets you down. Whether you are 7, 17 or, I imagine, 77.
Here is more from him.
Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician's corpse was laid away.
While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged
I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged
I was strongly reminded of that at Ted Kennedy's funeral, as of this:
The Politician, dead and turned to clay,
Will make a clout to keep the wind away.
I am not fond of draughts, and yet I doubt
If I could get myself to touch that clout.
Everyone knows this.
The accursed power which stands on Privilege
(And goes with Women, and Champagne, and Bridge)
Broke - and Democracy resumed her reign:
(Which goes with Bridge, and Women and Champagne).
This is AP Herbert.
As my poor father used to say
Once people start on all this Art
And Wendy Cope
Some people like sex more than others -
You seem to like it a lot.
There's nothing wrong with being innocent or high minded
But I'm glad you're not.
Finally, my father was always reciting this to me when I was a boy, particularly when he poked the fire.
Billy, in one of his nice new sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;
Now, although the room grows chilly,
I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.