It’s always enjoyable learning something new, and the format of James Aitchison’s eye-opening Clogyrnach poem is new to me. It’s cleverly gruesome and funny!
A CLOGYRNACH GOES
TO THE DENTIST
(A clogyrnach is a six-line Welsh poem.
Lines 1 and 2 have eight syllables with an a rhyme;
lines 3 and 4 have five syllables with a b rhyme;
line 5 has three syllables with a b rhyme;
line 6 has three syllables with an a rhyme.)
I went to the dentist last week;
he opened my mouth for a peek.
When he saw inside,
his eyes goggled wide.
What he spied
made him shriek.
The news he gave me was chilling,
“All of your front teeth need filling;
they’re full of decay,
I’ll fix them today!”
I said, “Yay! —
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