With Apologies to Karen Jo Shapiro
My sister and I could have been famous, but Karen Jo Shapiro beat us to it! She writes kids’ poems in the meter of famous poems. Check out her NPR interview to hear some. They’re cute.

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But Joanna and I have been doing it for years. Well, ok, we weren’t necessarily aiming at children. My sister Joanna wrote a sad, sad story of Alby Tross and his final exams (with apologies to Samuel Taylor Coleridge).
I wrote a few of these in college, too. Here’s one:
THE DIFFERENT INDIFFERENT (apologies to John Donne)
I can love both wheat and white;
That which the oven melts, and that served slightly chilled;
That which needs provolone, and that with pickles dilled;
That which is deep fat fried, or which is lite;
That with tuna, and that with meat;
That which delights with peppers’ heat,
And that which has honeyéd mustard sweet;
Sandwiches many, I will gladly eat.

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Will no other food content me?
Will it not serve to eat a burger, or whatever?
Or have I so, on bread and meat, become fixated ever?
Or doth a fear of foods so new torment me?
Oh, sandwiches are good, I know.
I eat them because it is so.
Rob me, and bind me up, and be my foe,
But do not take my sandwiches from me,
Or make me eat each new food that you do see.
Subway heard me sigh this song,
And by marketing scheme, big moola, it swore
If I would write it down, and then make the poém a whore
To sell, commercialled, to the fast-food throng.
I said, “Hell yes! Some four or three
Or even two hundred will be
Enough to ’stablish a bargain with me.”
I did not tell them that mere sandwich whole,
Or even a half sandwich would have bought my soul.
And here’s another one I found, although I think I have close to 20 of these scattered around in different places…
The Lady Whines a Lot (apologies to Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
Buried in the pillows lies
A tired student, about to cry.
She memorized 100 lines
(Or will have, when the hour is by)
For stupid, stupid English class.
And up and down her hall-mates go
Gazing blankly, walking slow
While exams do suck and blow
And they all feel like ass.
Um… Maybe we could write one aimed at college students instead of kids. Think there would be a market for that?
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