16th-century illustration of Archimedes in the bathSix Clerihews by Peter Hartley The Society June 1, 2019 Culture, Humor, Poetry, Poetry Forms 36 Comments The clerihew is a kind of epigrammatic verse (normally) consisting of a pair of rhyming couplets. The first line will usually introduce the name of a famous person. The following three lines will describe some “fact” about that person which may contain a grain of truth or may simply be utterly outrageous. The verse form is named after its inventor Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956). The lines to be of uneven length and often the first rhyme will be a humorous one off of the subject’s name. I. Archbishop Tutu Kept in his mitre a hoopoe, But few zulus knew the ensuing to-do Was due to the cuckoo that flew up his tutu. II. Queen Victoria said “We are not amused” When mildly accused of being confused. “We are a queen and therefore excused being lax With some aspects of pronominal syntax.” III. Archimedes of Syracuse, In his bath he changed a fuse, And observed that a saline solution Helped accelerate electrocution. IV. Empedocles Thought it quite a droll wheeze To leap into Etna’s crater. Still missing three thousand years later, Invoking a sense of unease. V. Sir Leslie Stephen Found the Alps so uneven He renamed the Matterhorn The Should-Be-Much-Flatterhorn. VI. Immanuel Kant Knew his brain cells were scant When he started the silly season With his lightweight “Critique of Pure Reason”. Peter Hartley is a retired painting restorer. He was born in Liverpool and lives in Manchester, UK. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 36 Responses James A. Tweedie June 1, 2019 Ha! Thanks, Peter. A fun way to start the day. As they say, “A Clerihew a day keeps insanity away” . . . or something like that. In any case, as I read through these miniaturesque gems, I couldn’t help but think how formal verse (with rhyme, rhythm and structure) is so much more effective than free verse at conveying humor, satire, whimsy,, etc. I tried to imagine how to translate your Clerihews (or even a simple limerick) into free verse. I gave it up as impossible. Come to think of it, has there been any humorous free verse written since Eliot’s “Book of Practical Cats?” Reply Peter Hartley June 1, 2019 James, thank you for your comments and observations. The quality I admire most in the original clerihews is their utter pointlessness, and the feeling that he (deliberately) leaves in the reader that he couldn’t really think of anything of any great moment to say, like Sir Christopher Wren “Going to dine with some men” and “George the Third ought never to have occurred”. Reply Simon Dooker June 8, 2019 Salvador Dali Felt he could be President of Mali He had the panache And could twirl his moustache. Albrecht Durer Used to read the Torah Surer than surer He would have displeased the Fuhrer. L.S. Lowry Never visited the Bowery For his muse was in Lancs. To which he gave eternal thanks. Toulouse Lautrec Was a nervous wreck It was from being with his fellows In too many bordellos. Reply Peter Hartley June 8, 2019 How strange, looking at your first one, as I recently wrote this: Salvador Dali On a visit to Bali Swore in Somali, Swore more in Bengali And twirled his moustache in Kigali. But because it isn’t a clerihew, wrote this instead: Anthony Trollope Deserves a great wallop. His “Barchester Towers” Goes on for hours. Simon Dooker June 10, 2019 A few more : Chaim Soutine Hated routine He could paint in a cave And forget to shave. Vincent Van Gogh Was never a toff He eschewed posh diners And he worked with miners. George Seurat Used to dance the hora But what really sent him potty Was doing pictures that were dotty. Anthony Van Dyck Once owned a bike You may think that not much But wanted to ape the Dutch. Rene Magritte Used to live on our street Often a stroller He always wore a bowler. Joseph S. Salemi June 1, 2019 Some of these are amusing, but numbers II and IV don’t fit the bill. The true clerihew has only four lines, and the first is always limited to the name of the person being discussed. The name in the first line is supposed to set the rhyme for the first two lines: “George the Third Ought never to have occurred…” “Sir Christopher Wren Said ‘I’m going out with some men…’ ” Adding a fifth line wrecks the form. Reply Peter Hartley June 1, 2019 You write, “The first line is always limited to the name of the person being discussed”. I don’t think Edmund Clerihew Bentley would agree with you on that point, and he should know. Just three first lines from the man who gave his name to the verse form: “What I like about Clive”, “The art of Biography”, “On biographic style”. And here is a more modern one; “Did Descartes / Depart / With the thought / ‘Therefore I’m not.'” I’m well aware that two of my contributions contain more than the usual four lines. My Oxford Dictionary of English defines the clerihew as “TYPICALLY in two rhyming couplets”. I’m sure Mr Bentley himself would have extended me the same latitude. Lighten up a bit. Clerihews are meant to be funny. You seldom seem to check your facts before you start pontificating, and I’m not just talking about your attempted arguments with me. But you are beginning to a) get on my nerves and b) give me a persecution complex. Reply C.B. Anderson June 1, 2019 Peter, a form is either a form or it isn’t. I suggested to Joe that he provide a couple of examples of exemplary clerihews. After doing some research, I conclude that Joe is correct in what he says about the clerihew. So: Peter Hartley, So unsmartly, Picked a fight with Joseph S. Now his life’s a bloody mess. C.B. Anderson June 1, 2019 Perhaps your point would be better made if you gave a couple of examples of exemplary clerihews. Reply Peter Hartley June 1, 2019 Edmund Clerihew Bentley Was hardly up to it mentally. Compared to McGonagall his verse At best could scarcely be worse. Johann Sebastian Bach Was admired for his fine antiquark. Drinking coffee with his cantatas, Prattling particle physics with his toccatas. John Keats Was known for his scholarly feats, But on first looking into Chapman’s Homer “Translation” he thought a misnomer. Joseph Mallord William Turner Once had a good earner, Sadly unaware the Fighting Temeraire Lay toasting on his back-burner. Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot Painted as though there were no tomorrow, But much to his sorrow and to his great shame His three thousand works look exactly the same. Henry the Eighth Hans Holbein portrayed in good faith, That vast corporation with noble restraint Still took nearly six tons of paint. Howard of Effingham Having a baldric he needed a wig He swore like a trooper and ate like a pig And behaved like a regular Effingham. George Frideric Handel Wouldn’t hold a candle To Brahms and Liszt Were he their consultant proctologist. Peter Hartley June 1, 2019 There was a young man called “Kip” Who was stung on both ears by a wasp When they said “Does it hurt?” He replied “No it doesn’t, It can sting me all day if it likes”. Peter Hartley June 2, 2019 You will know “Joe” infinitely better than I do, and he doesn’t know me from a cord of wood I’m relieved to say, but can you tell me is he really that fearsome? He sounds like a world heavyweight boxing champion. Joseph S. Salemi June 1, 2019 Thank you, Kip. Just because one man invented something doesn’t mean that his prototype can’t be improved and perfected. We’re all using a helluva better engine than the one constructed by Henry Ford. Those three first lines that Hartley quotes from Bentley clerihews are simply godawful, and I’m glad most modern clerihew writers don’t follow his rotten example. I didn’t know I was getting under anyone’s skin by simply expressing a viewpoint here. And since I don’t know Peter Hartley from a cord of wood, I certainly haven’t attempted to pick any argument with him. In any case, let me compose an ad hoc clerihew to address a persistent problem here at the SCP: Mr. Evan Mantyk Must be driven nearly frantic By poets who pay no attention To propriety, norms, and convention. Reply Peter Hartley June 4, 2019 Unlike Mr Anderson I am not on familiar first-name terms with Mr/Dr Salemi. Witheringly he tells us that he doesn’t know me from a cord of wood. Now happy as I am to maintain that status I think he does know me. He will, I think, remember me from my correcting him on two or three occasions when I have thought it important to do so. He will remember telling me just two or three weeks ago that his trochee, spondee and three iambs were a perfect iambic pentameter line. Dr Salemi is a highly intelligent man (just to show that nobody has the monopoly on patronising remarks) and I am absolutelyconvinced that his memory far surpasses that of any goldfish. In a contribution to discussions on these pages I am described by C B Anderson as having [ill-advisedly] “picked a fight with Joseph S. Now his life’s a bloody mess.” It has seemed to me that some members of SCP are almost afraid of him, that he has a Svengali-like hold over others. Admittedly most of his exchanges I imagine will be banter or persiflage. But just because we may believe that a remark has been delivered as banter it does not give us the right to assume the speaker does NOT mean exactly what he has just said. Remarks like Mr Anderson’s are not very reassuring. Reply Joseph S. Salemi June 5, 2019 It looks like Peter Hartley is pissed off about something, even though it took him three full days to compose a reply. As for my memory, all I can recall is commenting a few times on your work. You wrote some sonnets pertaining to the First World War, and I made two suggestions, of which you accepted one. The other you rejected on accentual grounds, and decided to stick with your improbably awkward line. I then made some suggestion on a poem “Kinlochresort,” which you also rejected. Then I commented on something you had said on Anderson’s post “Delimitations.” It was not aggressive or argumentative at all against you. Then I made two pertinent objections to two out of your six above-posted clerihews. This must have lit your fuse for some reason, since you responded rather testily. Guess what, Hartley? I still don’t know you from a cord of wood. You’re right about one thing, however. I do not employ banter or persiflage. I mean everything I say, and I mean it exactly. If you don’t like it, you can bugger off. Got that, matey? I think that’s how they say it in Britain. Evan Mantyk June 2, 2019 Mr. Hartley, thank you for the clerihews. Mr. Salemi, thank you for giving me a good laugh! And in honor of you both, two clerihews: Mr. Peter Hartley Restores the art quite artfully So as not to seem artificially; They play their part quite officially. Mr. Joseph S. Salemi Should be given a Primetime Emmy For standing up for formal verse On cue, no need to rehearse. Reply Peter Hartley June 2, 2019 Thank you, Evan, for the advertisement. On learning that I had difficulty restoring works of art in anything more than two dimensions a newish colleague immediately riposted with the following: A would-be restorer called Hartley Can clean pictures really quite smartly But objects with nobs on He keeps leaving blobs on And in corners he pokes only partly. Reply Peter Hartley June 2, 2019 (He seems to have been unaware that “nobs” in this context usually begin with a silent K.) C.B. Anderson June 2, 2019 Of course, this is more a limerick than a clerihew. Peter Hartley June 5, 2019 J Salemi – “Matey” is a friendly form of address over here so I suppose I should be flattered. “Bugger off” on the other hand is a bit coarse anywhere and a trifle prosaic for a university professor with a vocabulary as fruity as your own. You appear to live in a state of perpetual rage. Reply Joseph S. Salemi June 5, 2019 “Matey” was meant to be ironic. Here’s something less coarse and hopefully less prosaic — a clerihew just for you: Peter Hartley Is someone whom you might know partly. He fell off a mountain So he started syllable-countin’. Wic E. Ruse Blade June 2, 2019 1. I appreciate Mr. Hartley for bringing clerihews to SCP. 2. As Mr. Hartley points out, the humour of the comic biographic verse form invented by Bentley, the clerihew, lies in its purposefully flat-footed inadequacy… The number of accents in the line is irregular. I do agree with the pugnacious Mr. Salemi, the first line almost invariably ends with the name of the subject. [By the way, does he remind anyone else of the educators in Charles Dickens’ “Hard Times”?] The finest clerihews likewise use awkward rhymes. Here is an example from Bentley: “Steady the Greeks!” shouted Aeschylus. “We won’t let such dogs as these kill us!” Nothing, he thought, could be bizarrer than The Persians winning at Marathon. 3. A final example comes from the winner (Maia Wise) of a clerihew competition at National Review in February of 1991 posted by John O’Sullivan. Remember Salman Rushdie Though he wouldn’t be hushed, he Has chosen astutely To defy the imams mutely. 4. As to Mr. Tweedie’s question, some PostEliotic Postmodernist comic poets include, inter alia, Ogden Nash, Roald Dahl, Theodore Seuss Geisel, Shel Silverstein, X. J. Kennedy, and Wendy Cope. 5. Although written prior to Possum’s Book of Practical Cats (1939), one of my favourite American limericks is that by Dixon Lanier Abernathy/Merritt (1879-1972): A wonderful bird is the pelican, His bill will hold more than his belican, He can take in his beak Enough food for a week But I’m damned if I see how the helican! 6. When I was young, I thoroughly enjoyed Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes; At the beginning of the New Millennium, I used their wonderful cadences in an unpublished book on American writers which I entitled “Brother Bruce’s Cursory Crimes”. One example of over one hundred pieces of nonsense suffices, “Hey diddle diddle Charles Peirce played the fiddle; William James jumped over the tune. Santayana sighed to see such sport, and Josiah Royce stayed up on the moon.” Reply Peter Hartley June 2, 2019 Dear Wic E Ruse Blade – Thank you very much for your comments and interesting information on humorous verse. I too have always liked the one about the pelican but had no idea where it came from. And oddly enough a couple of months ago I wrote a little quatrain about Aeschylus, and had half meant to let this one masquerade as a clerihew too: Poor Aeschylus is dead. It has been said An eagle dropped a tortoise on his head. Just think what he could have taught us About probability theory and the tortoise. Gradgrind, I’m afraid, would have had a lot of catching up to do: this educational system doesn’t involve any old facts and statistics: we are talking dochmiacs and anapaests, proceleusmatic feet and trochaic trimeter, the mechanics of composition but excluding such passe matters as beauty in nature, aesthetics, artistic creation and poetry as its mode of expression. Reply James A. Tweedie June 2, 2019 Bruce, although I appreciated your reference to my questions, and I appreciated the examples you gave of humorous poets since Eliot, my question specifically referenced “free verse” poetry, which does not include your examples. In a way, it serves to underscore my point, which was that it is difficult for free-verse poetry to carry the same humorous impact as is possible with limericks, for example. Here is one of my attempts at a humorous free verse poem: Hunger Games The interview went well quite well indeed until I started chewing on my foot all the way up to the knee I should have anticipated that at least for companies hoping to hire an entire person self-cannibalization is a hard act to swallow. I would still welcome examples of free verse humor. Reply Joseph S. Salemi June 2, 2019 It is possible to write comic poems in free verse, as the work of Ogden Nash and E.E. Cummings has demonstrated. But the core problem is that free verse is still emotionally tied to the sick mindset of modernism, which is fixated on High Seriousness, confessional revelation, and the pomposity of Portentous Hush. It isn’t easy being funny when you are in thrall to that gaseous trinity. The best way to write comic free verse is to parody modernist stances, by expressing silly and bathetic ideas in the tone of High Seriousness that modernism reflexively uses. Try this: I was crossing the street yesterday and I had this epiphany: the whole world had morphed into oneness and I too was one with the entire cosmos and everything seemed great and I felt good until a beer truck hit me. That’s the kind of bovine excrement that modernism favors, and when you add that last line of bathetic parody you undermine the entire modernist project. Reply Wic E. Ruse Blade June 2, 2019 Mr. Tweedie’s “Hunger Games” is a nice comic bauble. Notice the first four lines are iambic trimetre, iambic trimetre, iambic tetrametre, iambic trimetre (with a lead-in anapest), but in the second section (I dare not call it a stanza.), he wanders about. However, in reference to his remarks on “Possum’s Book of Practical Cats”, I wonder if Mr. Tweedie is talking about the same book of T. S. Eliot’s as I am. “The naming of cats is a difficult matter, It isn’t just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter When I tell you a cat must have three different names…” etc. One of the most astute observations I have read @ SCP about Eliot’s so-called free verse is that by G. M. H. Thompson who pointed out that Eliot was “being unfairly blamed for the free verse unpoetry that currently dominates the empty stage”. I do miss his impassioned literary critical remarks. In Eliot’s essay “Reflections of Vers Libre”, Eliot writes: “It is assumed that vers libre exists. It is assumed that vers libre is a school; that it consists of certain theories; that its group or group of theorists will either revolutionise or demoralise poetry if their attack upon iambic pentameter meets with any success. Vers libre does not exist…” I understand what Eliot was saying here—mainly that one cannot write poetry without prosody. In English, we accent any verbal construction of two syllables or more. I remember in my youth when I used to accent prose paragraphs; so much so, that even now, when I am reading prose, I frequently accent the syllables of the words I read. Reply Peter Hartley June 3, 2019 Part of the humour of a limerick, not so much a clerihew which doesn’t lend itself to such predictability, is the inevitability of its progression from two longer lines via those two short ones to its climax or punch-line, following an inexorable rhythm and a pattern with which every schoolchild is familiar. I have never tried it, but surely it must be more difficult, by the very nature of vers libre (free, but still bound by rules) to achieve this. There is always the exception, even among limericks, to this inevitability of course: There was a young man from Milan Whose limericks never would scan. When told this was so He replied “Yes I know, but I always try to get as many words into the last line as ever I possibly can”. Reply Monty June 3, 2019 Was that you . . or someone else? James A. Tweedie June 2, 2019 Bruce, Yes, indeed we are discussing the same Eliot text. I however, misarticulated (isn’t that a great word!), and fully acknowledge Eliot’s thoroughgoing foray into rhyme and meter with “Cats.” I also enjoyed and appreciated your bulls-eye quote from Eliot’s essay re vers libre. Since reading your comment I have listened to myself speak in conversation with my wife. I believe I am inclined to iambic speech patterns. Interesting thought . . . For Dr. Salemi, Thank you for the example of cummings whose free and witty whimsical verse did, occasionally, sneak in a rhyme to enhance the humor. As for Nash, I cannot recall a poem that did not include rhyme and at least some modicum of meter. Then again, I have not read them all! I fully agree with your rationale for why free-verse, modernist poets, are near hitless when it comes to humor. Reply Monty June 3, 2019 I never knew, ‘fore last week ended, Of such a term as Clerihew. When to that word my eyes attended, My first response was ‘Cleri who?’ Reply Peter Hartley June 4, 2019 Monty, the best thing about clerihews is that they are very easy to compose. You get a good start just by writing the name of the subject, usually in full, on the first line and then think of maybe just one fact about that person and just go where the poem takes you. Your offering above is almost a clerihew but they usually rhyme AABB, not ABAB. Reply Monty June 4, 2019 The above effort weren’t an attempt at a Clerihew, Pete. I’ve only just learnt of the form; and I’d rather be better acquainted with it before any personal essais. The above was just a lined way of declaring my lamentable ignorance for most things technical and obscure concerning poetry. Would you kindly quench my veritable curiosity by telling me the author of the above piece concerning the word-surplus man from Milan. Is it P. Hartley or A.N. Other? Monty June 4, 2019 The above effort weren’t an attempt at a Clerihew, Pete. I’ve only just learnt of the form; and I’d rather be better acquainted with it before any personal essais. The above was just a lined way of declaring my lamentable ignorance for most things technical and obscure concerning poetry. Would you kindly quench my veritable curiosity by revealing the author of the above piece concerning the word-surplus man from Milan. Is it P. Hartley or A.N. Other? Peter Hartley June 4, 2019 Sorry Monty, I think it’s the only one of my contributions that isn’t, and I have no idea where it comes from. It’s a limerick of course, and I’m not absolutely sure but I think they ALWAYS rhyme AABBA David Watt June 4, 2019 Thanks Peter, for introducing us to the humorous Clerihew form. Some of the responses have also been quite informative, including Mr. Blade’s attribution of the delightful ‘A Wonderful Bird is a Pelican’ to Dixon Lanier Abernathy/Merritt. I also wondered where this originated. In the spirit of whimsy and mirth I add: The kangaroo has a trick or two, Including a powerful punch, A foot requiring enormous shoe, And a pouch to stow her lunch. Reply Peter Hartley June 4, 2019 Thank you for that, David, and that was a new one on me. A thing I’ve found about limericks and even more with clerihews is that they don’t take long to write. I think I can remember doing half a dozen in a couple of hours, and that is very fast for me, where I might take two days or more tweaking a sonnet. Finally, how about this then; this one is really a bit of a cop-out in that once you have the idea the rest is easy: Friedrich Nietzsche Had only one interesting fietzsche.> Spelling the name of this crietzsche Defeated his philosophy tietzsche. Reply Leave a Reply to David Watt Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.