IN-FORM POET – Clerihew


A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme (aabb),  invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. The poem is about/deals with a person/character within the first rhyme. In most cases, the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person.

One of the most remembered Clerihew from Bentley’s collection is:

Sir Humphrey Davy
abominated gravy.
He lived in the odium
of having discovered sodium.

Walt’s Clerihew:

So sleep deprived was Walter,
who without slumber would falter.
Rip Van Winkle, he was not;
just thankful for the sleep he got!

Marie Elena’s Clerihew

What Happens in Rock Vegas, STAYS in Rock Vegas
Barney Rubble
Got in Trouble
With a foxy
Gal named Roxy.

29 thoughts on “IN-FORM POET – Clerihew

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  2. I read mine to my OH who was scathing in his denigration: You’re just wasting time, he said, as if there was something else I should be doing. Which statement led me to ripost:

    Jock Blake,
    a misanthrope,
    declared the clerihew
    to be just ballyhoo

    Viv Blake protests
    though not the greatest
    poetry, the clerihew
    is fun, in her view

  3. Poor Demi Moore!
    With Ashton’s score
    divorce is expected.
    All media’s affected.

    It seems Jackson’s doctor
    sure needed a proctor.
    “Not guilty!” says he
    but it makes good TV.

    If writer Jane Austen
    instead lived near Boston,
    she’d still stand apaht
    for her great >i>lit’ry aht.

    Sir Francis Bacon
    was mightily taken
    with Shakespearean kings
    since those plays are the things.

    Ambrose Bierce
    was seriously fierce
    in social commentary
    and quotes legendary.

    Edward and Bella
    are more than novella.
    There’s movies and (not surprising)
    lots of merchandising.

  4. Clearyhew 😉

    Sporadic poet Cleary
    (feeling somewhat weary
    of her gray and rainy view)
    tries her hand at Clerihew.

  5. This is what happens when you take POETIC ASIDES and POETIC BLOOMINGS and smash their heads together:


    The Black Lagoon produced the Creature,
    often seen in double-features
    with the bolt-necked Frankendude,
    as manners go, both rather rude.

    Lamont Cranston cast a Shadow,
    without light, as far as I know.
    Who knows in whose heart evil lurks?
    I hope this gumshoe catches these jerks.

    Consider the films of old Lon Chaney,
    black and white, and rather grainy.
    Many faces Chaney’d wear
    would give his fans a frightful scare.

    Clap for the Wolf-man,
    no vegetarian,
    The more he got hairy,
    the more he got scary.

    Mummy, mummy,
    you’re no dummy.
    Quite Egyptian from the womb,
    Fright Egyptian from your tomb.

    They shot Freddie Kruger
    with a German Luger.
    But that attempt always fails,
    Just get the creep to cut his nails.

    And that Voorhees kid called Jason
    was always out there chasin’
    hot and horny, hormonal teens
    to chop them into smithereens.

    What the hell, Michael Myers?
    (Not SNL Michael Myers)
    The latter made a lot of money,
    what the former did was not so funny.

    Heaven save me from Christine,
    she drives me crazy; she’s so mean,
    Possessing one horrific flaw,
    my scary, scary Mother-in-Law.


  6. Cheery Ole Poet

    He’s a cheery ole poet named Mike
    There isn’t much he doesn’t like.
    Some feel he is truly scattered.
    As if it really mattered.

    By Michael Grove

  7. Some Clerihews (Love this form!)

    Dexter Morgan

    Dexter’s love of blood
    cause cause a wicked flood.
    In a plasticized room,
    killers met their doom.


    Roger Rabbit

    Roger lived in Toon Town
    and never wore a frown.
    Jessica loved him,
    but Eddie thought him dim.


    Olive Oyl

    Olive Oyl was tall,
    her voice a squeaky squall.
    Popeye was the sailor
    who would never fail her.


    Robin Hood

    Robin Hood was brave.
    To all the poor he gave,
    armed with merry men
    and sweet Maid Marion.

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