Woodcut on title page of The Spanish Tragedy by Thomas Kyd
 Daniel Galef:  Elizabethan Clerihew One

Thomas Kyd
of sentiment was rid;
the props list for The Spanish Tragedy
    doesn’t call for a lot of ornamental
    and useless crud,
just a few hundred buckets of blood.

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Max Gutmann: The Love Song of Count Vronsky

Anna Karenina,
Don't let that railway guy's
Death spoil our joy.

Tolstoy's a master of
Ham-handed symbols he'd
Never employ.

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Philip Dunkerley: Dream On

I rather fear I'm just a dilettante
And all my precious poems are only verse.
My brilliants are merely diamanté,
I rather fear I'm just a dilettante.
My politics have always been andante,
I've never been deprived – oh what a curse!
And so I fear I'm just a dilettante
And all my precious poems are only verse.

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Cody Walker: Mad Optimist

He thought he saw the Pirate Ira
Grow a tad irate:
He looked again, and found it was
His Own Head, on a Plate.
“The fact that I can see the thing
Is odd, and kind of great.”

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Russel Winick: Two For One

The football coach resigned to chase some dream,
Thereby fulfilling one for his whole team.

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Clyde Always: I, Robot-Car

Nauferry Chauffery
Cruise, the autonomous
vehicles finally
offer a trip . . .

if they malfunction we’ll
lose only citizens
who never tip.

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L. A. Mereoie: Corvids On His Couch

An orni-psychiatrist’s glad
He can cure the neurotic and sad
    So his just-published book’s
    Full of once nervous rooks
And even some birds raven-mad.

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Daniel Galef: Elizabethan Clerihew Two

Kit Marlowe
didn’t set the bar low:
besides a poet and playwright and
   bar-room brawler and just a generally
   very interesting guy,
he was also a spy.

Portrait of Christopher Marlowe