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Zale on Saturday mentioned Francis Heaney's Anthology Holy Tango of Literature - poetry parodies inspired by anagrams of poets' names. Here's a link to the free e-book, but it doesn't have the illustrations. And here are a couple of the poems:
Errol Flynn's Not Dead
(Alfred Lord Tennyson)
He grabs the rope with withered hands,
Swings through the air and softly lands;
Girt with a silver sword he stands.
That rotting man is Errol Flynn;
He bares a grey and toothless grin,
And like a zombie eats my skin.
Likable Wilma
(William Blake)
Wilma, Wilma, in thy blouse,
Red-haired prehistoric spouse,
What immortal animator
Was thy slender waist’s creator?
When the Rubble clan moved in,
Was Betty jealous of thy skin,
Thy noble nose, thy dimpled knee?
Did he who penciled Fred draw thee?
Wilma, Wilma, burning bright, ye
Cartoon goddess Aphrodite,
Was it Hanna or Barbera
Made thee hot as some caldera?
Errol Flynn's Not Dead
(Alfred Lord Tennyson)
He grabs the rope with withered hands,
Swings through the air and softly lands;
Girt with a silver sword he stands.
That rotting man is Errol Flynn;
He bares a grey and toothless grin,
And like a zombie eats my skin.
Likable Wilma
(William Blake)
Wilma, Wilma, in thy blouse,
Red-haired prehistoric spouse,
What immortal animator
Was thy slender waist’s creator?
When the Rubble clan moved in,
Was Betty jealous of thy skin,
Thy noble nose, thy dimpled knee?
Did he who penciled Fred draw thee?
Wilma, Wilma, burning bright, ye
Cartoon goddess Aphrodite,
Was it Hanna or Barbera
Made thee hot as some caldera?
