poetry

the rubaiyat of the billigits part twenty (translated by dame daisy kloverleaf)

i

the wee billigits flew to camelot

cos it sounded like a magical spot

they met arthur merlin and galahad

but neither guinevere nor lancelot

ii

rumors of cheating abounded

the lady of the lake sounded drownded

even excalibur was dulled by truth

bitter cold confoundingly confounded

iii

twas a medieval hank williams hurt song

wife and best friend did the king wrongly wrong

but there are two sides to every love tale

some said arthur lingered at the inn long

iv

the billigits offered to mediate

a settlement they would negotiate

avalon froze and the sky grew heavy

when they told the king he was free to date

The rubaiyat of the billigits: part eighteen translated by dame daisy cloverleaf

i

kathy and heathcliff were back on the moors

he was deep in payback she high on scorn

overhead the billigits flewly flew

and called how often do you need be warned

ii

heathcliff stated he knew no other stance

kathy averred love’s suicidal dance

happily unhappy ever after

was their idea of lively romance

iii

the billigits were nonplussedly nonplussed

in a world where wonders were surplus

that two would choose melodrama and hurt

o’er heaven on the moors felt unjust

iv

heaven is company manners said he

yawning in churches and faked bliss said she

and the billigits flew home enlightened

that the two ghostly ghosts could not make three

the rubaiyat of the billigits part sixteen: translated by dame daisy kloverleaf

i

there are no billigits in nantucket

nor are there any found in pawtucket

they live for gamely games and flyin high

if life was a flower they would pluck it

ii

the billigits loathe dirty limericks

and those who snigger at porcupine pricks

or look up bastard in the dictionary

or greet every richard with hey dick

iii

willie the donkey likes cleanly poems

he says they remind him of homey homes

ask me not how oems rhymely rhymes with omes

or the moving hoof will smack your doh-um

iv

there are no billigits in nantucket

nor are there any in pawtucket

yet if you put a straw in a highball

all the billigits are sure to suck it

the rubaiyat of the billigits: part fifteen translated by dame Daisy kloverleaf

i

willie went out flying one windy night

he sat on a cloud to contemplate life

then he heard somethin big comin his way

a herd of ghost cows with riders behind

ii

willie watched them rush past in the pingshine

a lesser donkey would have lost his mind

but magic willie is made of sterner stuff

the flyin donkey whooped a mighty cry

iii

yippily kai yay yippily kai yo

Iooky at all that good hamburger roll

kai yay yippily kai yo yippily

i will take two double cheesers to go

iv

one of the riders stopped a spelly spell

change your ways son lest you want helly hell

but willie was lost in his own deep thoughts

and said better throw in some fries as well

the rubaiyat of the billigits: part fourteen (translated by dame daisy kloverleaf)

i

doublely double toil and trouble

a watched cauldron nae boils nor bubbles

high toned witches brew takes hours to reduce

into an ichor coaxed from hells rubble

ii

beauty is what beautilly beauty does

it sticks to the heart like peach to its fuzz

and once caught it is not easy to budge

love potions work but they outlast the buzz

iii

the billigits bottled the green vials

each they one corked with a smiley smile

there is gold in such said the witch laughing

but hearts wane crossing the dusty miles

iv

love came to be for heathcliff and kathy

who discovered late its penalty

forever together is a long time

to wildly roll in the greenly green