UnPoetia:On First Looking into Chapman's Humour

Poetry for people who hate poetry

Famed classicist Graham "George" Chapman, much belov'd of poet John Keats.

MUCH have I travell’d in the realms of goons,

When twas on life’s gristle chewing,

I ceased to grumble, no whistle eschewing,

Which Bard in fealty to Apollo lampoons,

Oft’wards to clear wide fjords I pined, and VOOM,

Where OK Lumberjacks may travel canoeing,

Yet never did that sketch prove my undoing,

‘Til I heard Chapman speak out high picayune,

Your mother, a hamster, your father smelt of elderberries,

You'll probably get away with crucifixion,

Or like stout Cortez and his Knights Who Say Ni’s,

I didn't expect a kind of Spanish Inquisition,

Bless’d be the makers of cheese,

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.