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Contests : Wergle Flomp Free Poetry Contest : Past Winners : 2005 : Peter Taylor
LEEDABOLE AND THE FROGGY-HOPPLE
A suddy croakamole: the sinewlade leggymires pushy still
Into the swoonupping girlyfling, her eyebolds transfissured
By the greeny webbles, her spiritule almire at his will,
She holdips his slimeblade bodyling againthro hers.
How can those terrifoldy stiff fingerloppers grippold
And holdify her potentimal princeling now slippy-slidingo from her grippylasp?
And how can bodyling, trying oh so hard not to over-trippold,
But feel the heartypumps
…thumpy thumpy,
…thumpy thumpy,
…near to burstivating where they lie?
A smacker-kisseroogy, maybold a smacker-kisseroogy will break
The magicome spell, retrove the prizal and princeling now appearifolding
Agamem-ning-nong deaddy-diddylo.
Being so up-caughtafied with this,
So desperangle for successoscopy and not findy a fake
Did she abandonfile cautionment to the windy-puffs and fearfolding
Her last chancit was here, up-puckermole
Before the loosencaving fingerloppers had to let him dropple?
Sent as a joke to Poetry.com, this poem won an honorable mention in the Wergle Flomp humor poetry contest sponsored by Winning Writers. Author Peter Taylor received a cash prize of $38.
About Peter Taylor
Peter Taylor was born in England and quickly introduced to the wonderful world of gardens, where he spent many happy hours eating dirt and wriggly things. Soon he graduated to playing with dirt and every living thing he could find, making up stories and living in his own imaginary world.
Later, he trained as an ecologist and teacher, emigrated to Australia in 1982, and now lives in Brisbane.
Peter left his teaching post in 1987 to write The Australian Manual of Calligraphy for Allen and Unwin and A Manual of Calligraphy for Unwin Hyman/Harper Collins. At the same time he started his own book-arts business, Peter Taylor's Calligraphics, specializing in calligraphy, illumination and artist's book construction, and in teaching the skills involved. One of his handmade and calligraphed books was presented to Her Majesty the Queen of England as part of her gift from World Expo '88.
When making up stories for his children, when they were young, Peter realized that in all jobs, he has always loved writing — so in 1999 he studied for a Diploma in Professional Children's Writing. After further developing his craft under the mentorship of Marg McAlister, he now spends most of his working life writing - but escapes whenever he can to garden, photograph wriggly things and enjoy the great outdoors, visit schools, do public speaking engagements and teach workshops.
Peter's passion is to share his love of words and books, and encourage others to write and create for pleasure and personal satisfaction as well as for publication. His article on "Writing for Boys (and others)" gives more explanation.
His latest picture-storybook for children is titled Kangaroo's Visitor gets a Surprise — details of which can also be found on his website. Though Peter believes some of his ideas are too whimsical, and his mid-grade novel too "politically incorrect" to ever appear in print, he has a selection of other stories and verse ready to send to publishers. While non-fiction titles for children and adults are in progress too, his ebook on "wedding stationery" has recently been launched at www.your-wedding-stationery.com. He thinks he needs a literary agent!
Peter Taylor's email: Peter@writing-for-children.com
Website: www.writing-for-children.com
"Leedabole and the Froggy-Hopple" is a parody of "Leda and the Swan" by William Butler Yeats. The style is similar to that of the late "Professor" Stanley Unwin - with apologies. Here is a translation of "Leedabole":
LEDA AND THE FROG
A sudden croak, the sinewed legs pushing still
Into the swooning girl, her eyes transfixed
By the green webs, her spirit almost at his will,
She holds his slimy body against hers.
How can those terrified stiff fingers grip
And hold her potential prince now slipping from her grasp?
And how can body, trying not to trip,
But feel their hearts near bursting where they lie?
A kiss, maybe a kiss will break
The magic spell, return the prize and prince appearing
Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up with this,
So desperate for success and not a fake
Did she abandon caution to the wind and fearing
Her last chance was here, pucker up
Before the loosening fingers had to let him drop?
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