Clerihew Crazy
Ah, amusing games on Facebook, they pass the time so well when work should be happening. However compelling I find Bejewelled Blitz, mind you, there is something out there that is even more addictive: the Clerihew competition.
For those not in the know, a clerihew is a whimsical four line biographical poemlet and, thanks to George Szirtes, I have discovered the creation of them is as addictive as cocaine. Like cocaine, the clerihew compulsion rapidly leaves one's system - but in the heat of the moment, it is almost impossible to stop making them.
The thread started by George Szirtes on Facebook yesterday ended up containing well over 100 clerihews on film directors and actors. There were quite a few people repeatedly posting away, hooked and unable to stop for a good two hours. Here are mine, to get them out of my system. Now for a rest...
Richard Burton
was never quite certain
if he or Liz Taylor
caused their marriage's failure.
Stanley Kubrick
had no particular rubric
except to keep his career
and his home very near.
Busby Berkeley
did nothing starkly.
His choreography's lavish
and can still astonish and ravish.
Michael Powell
with Peeping Tom ran afoul
of an idiot censor.
Only osmium's denser.
Charlton Heston
was at his best on
the Planet of the Apes.
The rest was a traipse.
Clark Gable
was never able
to cure his halitosis.
He even tried osmosis.
Jaques Tati
gets rather ratty
when people say
he's a French Will Hay.
Peter Jackson
got all Anglo Saxon
directing Tolkien. Did he stop it?
Did he fuck! He's back with The Hobbit.
Darren Aronofsky
is no Tarkovsky.
He made molehill from mountain
when he filmed The Fountain.