So which of the legendary names would that be? Martin Fagg? E.O.Parrott? Roger Woddis? Or was it Bill Greenwell?
In Hay-on-Wye earlier this year, I was prowling round the Honesty bookshop, where books are left to deteriorate in the Welsh drizzle, and came across a book in rotten condition. It was 'Bank Holidays on Parnassus' published in 1941 by Allan M. Laing, the Titan of the New Statesman competitions in the thirties.
Much of the topical stuff is inevitably dated, but there are some first-rate parodies, especially of Bernard Shaw, and some good clerihews:
Herr Hitler
refused to meet Emil Littler
and so never became
a pantomime dame.
Jack the Ripper
even as a nipper
had designs on the vital parts
of tarts.
Last edited by George Simmers; 10-11-2010 at 12:54 PM.
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