Yesterday’s poem prompted a reader to remark that they were better at doggerel than at ‘arty’ poetry. Doggerel, for those unfamiliar with the technicalities of poetry, means verse that is generally lacking in something of ‘quality’. It’s a subjective term, and applies as much as to subject matter as form. If you ever hear a snobby critic describing something as doggerel, they will mean it is amateurish, childish or trivial.
Personally, I find that as long as it’s written sincerely and enjoyable to read, ‘doggerel’ is just as valid as any other sort of poetry. That’s probably why I write so much of it….

Parmesan Cheese

Parmesan cheese! Parmesan cheese!
The food that smells like a foot disease.
Reminds me of an infected sneeze –
Oh that Parmesan cheese.

Parmesan cheese! Parmesan cheese!
If food were insects, it would be fleas.
Everyone who’s sane agrees –
Disgusting Parmesan cheese.

Parmesan cheese! Parmesan cheese!
I’d rather swallow a hive of bees
Or lick a sloth behind the knees
Than eat any Parmesan cheese.

Parmesan cheese! Parmesan cheese!
Poke my eyes out with your keys
Or peel my skin in strips, but please
Don’t give me Parmesan cheese.

© Darryn Roberts 2003