Parody

Confined to the
biodynamic composter
of human waste is my fate –
slipping off the slippery slope
of ho-hum popularity,
sliding into oblivion.

Somewhere
I read a satirical review
given to flowery phrases
placed in apposition –
a mood moderne
in art-deco raiment.

Hey, I say,
recognising it,
that’s me you’ve parodied
– you bastards!
So, where’s
my by-line?
© 24 March 2008, I. D. Carswell