The Corpse Under the Sofa

John MacDonald found a corpse, hid it under the sofa; waited 'til it came to life and hit it with a poker

    ...in the room where women come and go, talking of Michelangelo.

 

Though hanging isn't bad enough and flogging would be fair, for the nameless and abominable color of his hair;  

         he no doubt reports to any, with whom he crosses antennae,

"This place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night!"

 

 

Author's Note

Contest was to compose a poem made of lines by works from up to 6 other poets, the from is called a "Cento"

Line 1 from "Bagpipe Music" by Louis Macniece
Line 2 from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock "by T.S. Eliot
Line 3 from "XVIII" by AE Housman
Line 4 from " Departmental" by Robert Frost
Line 5 from "Closing Time" by Leonard Cohen

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Brilliant .. but then, what else from you! There's humour, clever, clever continuity and a feeling of saying goodbye to words but a need to return to them

[Helena]

Well this was one fantastic Cento Marie! It puts my effort to shame! lol. Top marks for this, absolutely enjoyed! Thank you for submitting this my contest!

[Penulis Kecil]

It wasn't until I'd finished that I realised that this was a cento, it was so cleverly put together. I'm really impressed that you've managed to do this in something that has meaning, suits and carries a steady rhyme scheme as well.