This poem (in the loosest possible terms) was written in response to the Genre Challenge:
Today’s Genre is FARCE
I have employed a very strange rhyming pattern, this was to create a sense of chaos that is a key element of farce.
The dinner party guests appeared quite a mismatched crew,
There was Lord and Lady Haw-Haw seated next to Cardinal Richelieu
and a Vampire-queen,
like you’ve never seen
her dress revealing more than you’d care to view.
This was turning out to be
a night filled with possibility.
A man dressed up as a thief grinned in an impish fashion
and a Spanish matador flashed his cape with daring passion.
And then sweet Snow White
Had an awful fright
When the dinner gong rang suddenly, turning rather ashen.
This may well and truly be
The weirdest night you’ll ever see.
As they shuffled into the dining room behind the towering waiter,
The incongruous group began to talk about what would be coming later.
And then the French maid,
Pulled out a long blade,
That she’d found inside a stuffed alligator.
Crying “Liberty, Egalite”
And then she added “Fraternity”.
Then she started chasing all the guests, redolent of a farce,
Around the table, they all ran, though hiding places were rather sparse
The matador stuck out his hand
Grabbing the Maids small foot and,
She tripped and landed hard on her arse.
Then at the side,
The director cried,
“Cut! Print! Release” because you see,
It was all just a ‘carry-on’ movie.
You may or may not be aware of the ‘Carry-on’ films that were made in the late fifties and into the sixties and early seventies in the UK. They are pretty much the epitome of farce.
This ‘poem’ contains the following prompt words: