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This is a parody of the parody of the poem "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. The parody is To A Vase by Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Cat (by Henry Beard)

This is the original one:
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways"
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

This is the parody:
To A Vase
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Cat
by Henry Beard

How do I break thee? Let me count the ways.
I break thee if thou art at any height
My paw can reach, when, smarting from some slight,
I sulk, or have one of my crazy days.
I break thee with an accidental graze
Or twitch of tail, if I should take a fright.
I break thee out of pure and simple spite
The way I broke the jar of mayonnaise.
I break thee if a bug upon thee sits
I break thee if I'm in a playful mood.
And then I wrestle with the shiny bits
I break thee if I do not like my food.
And if someone the shards together fits,
I'll break thee once again when thou art glued.

And this is my parody of the parody:
To A Cat
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Vase

How do I trip thee? Let me count the ways.
I drop on thee if I'm at any height
Reaching out to block thee when thou is in sight
I trip thee on one of thy crazy days.
I hate thy stupid, stuck-up ginger face.
Though I do not put up with thee a fight,
I trip thee out of pure and simple spite
The way I tripped the white cat with the lace.
I trip thee if thou art at the front door.
I trip thee if I'm in a tripping mood,
And then I laugh at thy face which is sore.
I trip thee when thou art eating thy food.
And if thou art sitting on the cold floor,
Once thou stands up I'll trip thee as I should.

What do you think?

Sorry I don't really get you, Ronnie? ><

Answer 1

Let me give you another classic example :

The Original :
The Old Man’s Comforts and how he gained them
by Robert Southey (1774 - 1843)

You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
The few locks which are left you are grey;
You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,
Now tell me the reason I pray.

In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
I remember’d that youth would fly fast,
And abused not my health and my vigour at first
That I never might need them at last.

You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
And pleasures with youth pass away,
And yet you lament not the days that are gone,
Now tell me the reason I pray.

In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
I remember’d that youth could not last;
I thought of the future whatever I did,
That I never might grieve for the past.

You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
And life must be hastening away;
You are chearful, and love to converse upon death!
Now tell me the reason I pray.

I am chearful, young man, Father William replied,
Let the cause thy attention engage;I
n the days of my youth I remember’d my God!
And He hath not forgotten my age.

The world famous Parody :
You Are Old, Father William
by Lewis Caroll [in 'Alice in Wonderland']

“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head -
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”

“In my youth,” Father William replied to his son,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”

“You are old,” said the youth, “As I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door -
Pray, what is the reason of that?”

“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
“I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment - one shilling the box
Allow me to sell you a couple?”

“You are old,” said the youth, “And your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”

“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”

“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose -
What has made you so awfully clever?”

“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father; “don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs!”

The Parody of this Parody :
You Are Old, Father William
by Rosie T

“You are old, father William,” the young Georgie said,
And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly say I’m your son -
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”

“In my youth,” father William replied to young George,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”

“You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before,
And you have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you go to the gym with Sid Perks every week -
Pray what is the reason for that?”

“In my youth,” said the keeper, and shook his grey locks,
“I kept all my muscles quite supple
By the use of this sausage - one euro a box -
Allow me to sell you a couple?”

“You are old,” said young George, “and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the pheasant, with the bones and the beak -
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”

“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,
And argued each case with my brother;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Makes me want to chew into another.”

“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you shot all those targets right in the Bullseye -
What made you so awfully clever?”

“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his dad. “Do you think I’m a hoot?!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
I’ve squirrels to poke and to shoot!”

Answer 2

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Answer 3

A parody of a few thing is meant to make relaxing of that some thing. A parody of a parody is meant to make relaxing of the 1st parody. it is nonetheless humorous. it is like saying is swimming in a pool on a cruise deliver like not being in a deliver in any respect. you're only enjoying be conscious video games.

Answer 4

Sounds like poor Ms. Elizabeth Barrett Browning is under attack!!

nice parodies after all.

Answer 5

I'm sure you've heard Don McLean's song, titled 'American Pie'. It goes :

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance,
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while !
But February made me shiver with every paper I delivered,
Bad news on the door step,
I couldn’t take one more step,
I can’t remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside - the day, the music died. So...
CHORUS
Bye, bye Miss American Pie !
Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
An them good ol’ boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die !

Did you write the book of Love and do you have faith in God above,
If the bible tells you so,
And do you believe in rock n’ roll, can music save your mortal soul ?
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well I know that you’re in love with him -
Cuz I saw you dancin in the gym :
You both kicked off your shoes, and I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage bronkin buck
With a pink carnation and a pick up truck...
But I knew I was out of luck, the day, the music, died. I started singin...
Chorus : [Bye, bye Miss...]
Now for ten years we’ve been on our own,
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone !
But that’s not how it used to be :
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me, oh !
And while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown -
The courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned,
And while Lenin read a book on Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark, the day, the music died. We were singin...
Chorus : [Bye, bye Miss...]
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and fallin fast, its the land that falled on the grass !
The players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast,
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance oh but we never got the chance
Oh, as the players tried to take the field the marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed, the day the music died ?
We started singin...
Chorus : [Bye, bye Miss...]
Oh and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again, so come on,
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack Flash sat on a candle stick
Because fire is the devils only friend,
Oh and as I watched him on the stage,
My hands were clinched in fists of rage,
No angel born in hell could break that satan’s spell
And as the planes climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial right
I saw satan laughing with delight,
The day, the music, died. He was singin...
Chorus : [Bye, bye Miss...]
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away,
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play !
..And in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken,
The church bells all were broken
...And the three men I admire most,
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast,
The day, the music, died ! And they were singin...
Chorus :
They were singin...
Bye, bye Miss American Pie !
drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry
AnD them good ol’ boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singing this will be the day that I die !

...This song, which almost had a 'cult' value in its day, was parodied a few years ago, to spoof the 'Star Wars' cult as well. The spoof goes :

MY, MY, THIS ANAKIN GUY !..

A long, long time ago,
In a galaxy far away,
Naboo was under an attack.
And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn,
Could talk the Federation in -
To, maybe cutting them a little slack.
But their response, it didn’t thrill us,
They locked the doors and tried to kill us.
We escaped from that gas,
Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass.
We took a bongo from the scene,
And we went to Theed to see the Queen,
We all wound up on Tatooine,
That’s where we found this boy...

Oh my, my, this here Anakin guy,
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry,
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye,
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”,
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”.

Did you know this junkyard slave,
Isn’t even old enough to shave?
And he can use the Force, they say.
Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen,
Though he’s just nine and she’s fourteen?
Yeah, he’s probably gonna marry her someday.

Well, I knew he built C-3PO,
And I’ve heard how fast his pod can go.
And we were broke, it’s true,
So we made a wager or two.
He was a prepubescent flyin’ ace,
And the minute Jabba started off that race,
Well, I knew who would win first place,
Oh yes, it was our boy

We started singin’...
My, my, this here Anakin guy,
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry,
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye,
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”,
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”.

Now, we finally got to Coruscant,
The Jedi Council we knew would want,
To see how good the boy could be.
So we took him there and we told the tale,
How his midichlorians were off the scale,
And he might fulfill that prophecy.

Oh, the Council was impressed, of course,
Could he bring balance to the Force?
They interviewed the kid,
Oh, training they forbid,
Because Yoda sensed in him much fear,
And Qui-Gon said “Now listen here,
Just stick it in your pointy ear,
I still will teach this boy”.

He was singin’ ...
My, my, this here Anakin guy,
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry,
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye,
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”,
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”.

We caught a ride back to Naboo,
‘Cause Queen Amidala wanted to,
I frankly would’ve liked to stay.
We all fought in that epic war,
And it wasn’t long at all before,
Little hotshot flew his plane and saved the day.
And in the end some Gunguns died,
Some ships blew up and some pilots fried,
A lot of folks were croakin’,
The battle droids were broken.
And the Jedi I admire most,
Met up with Darth Maul and now he’s toast,
Well, I’m still here and he’s a ghost,
I guess I’ll train this boy.

And I was singin’ ...
My, my, this here Anakin guy,
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry,
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye,
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”,
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”.

We were singin’ ...
My, my, this here Anakin guy,
May be Vader someday later - now he’s just a small fry,
And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye,
Sayin’ “Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”,
“Soon I’m gonna be a Jedi”.
:-))

Answer 6

Your teacher should win an award.

Answer 7

I think it is well done. Lizy herself would be proud of that one.