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The Inaugural Tramping Calendar Haiku and Limerick Competition
by Harry Smith
Chapter 1. Struck by an inspiration.
As regular readers of this website will know, every year Tony Gazley produces a tramping calendar. And every year I somehow get roped in unwillingly to review it. For the last two years I have miraculously managed to avoid it, but now the nightmare is back. “I assume you are really keen….” says Tony in his email to me informing me of my participation, in a tone of voice that brooks no argument and suggests that some Cockney heavies will be coming around and knocking over the vases with long drawn-out exclamations of “oops” if I dare to say no. So it appears I am stuck with it.
How can I ease the agony, I found myself wondering. Looking back, I remembered that for the 2020 calendar I wrote the review as a long poem or rap, and Aimee Paterson responded with a nice concise haiku. And then inspiration struck. “That’s it!” I cried. “I can get …
Chapter 2. Saving the vases.
…the punters to write the review themselves, and even make it fun!” Brilliant! And so for this year I proudly announce the
Inaugural Tony Gazley Tramping Calendar Haiku and Limerick Competition.
The idea (apart from sparing me some work and saving my vases) is for club members to compose limericks or haikus corresponding to the photos in the calendar. I’m sure there is a lot of hidden literary talent out there!
A pack-rafter floats on a lake;
It’s the Tasman, without a mistake.
I hope they don’t fall in,
That would be appallin’
That water’s damn cold and opaque.What is a limerick?
I’ve sure everybody knows what a limerick is, but just in case you don’t, it’s a five-line verse-form in running triple time which rhythmically goes something like this:
diddy DUM diddy DUM diddy DUM
diddy DUM diddy DUM diddy DUM
diddy DUM diddy DUM
diddy DUM diddy DUM
diddy DUM diddy DUM diddy DUM
The number of unstressed syllables at the beginning and the end of the lines can vary slightly, as long as it maintains the triple time rhythm.
Lines 1, 2, and 5 have to rhyme with each other, as do lines 3 and 4.
Generally in a limerick, lines 1 and 2 set the scene, lines 3 and 4 provide a development, and line 5 provides a denouement or punchline.
The best limericks are usually humorous, witty, or clever. It’s not really a form for deep philosophical contemplation.
A bridge in the night
Dissolving into darkness;
Leads to adventure.What is a haiku?
A haiku is a Japanese three-line verse-form in which
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To cross a long bridge at night
Will certainly give you a fright
It’s likely to sway
Or even give way
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Excellent Watson! But could I suggest that “in the night” would scan better than “at night”? You have to take care of the small details if you hope to win a prize!
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What defines you Sherlock is that you pay attention to what isn’t there, not just what is. I know now why you had Inspector Gregory stumped.
And I thought I had nailed that one – it was to be my winning entry in the competition. But you are right as always – and now my next attempt will have to be better.
Watson
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That’s right Watson – pay attention to what isn’t there, not just what is. Remember the curious incident of the dog in the night!
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Do Dogs in the Night
Cross swing-bridges silently
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Dogs hate wire bridges
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Very good Mrs Hudson – a worthy effort. It even perhaps contains a hint of the symbolic or metaphorical meaning which is found in many good haikus.
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Give us a break, Guv!
It ain’t all beer ‘n’ skittles
bein’ a ‘eavy!The prerequisite
broken nose an’ facial scars
is ‘ard to aquire,the pay is lousy,
an’ we don’t get overtime
smashin’ up vases.That Gazley geezer’s
always orderin’ us off
on his little “jobs” –a vase or two here,
a reluctant writer there –
always on the go.An’ then we ‘ave to
clean up all that broken glass
an’ them pools of blood –no time for a rest,
to sample the wine of life
an’ smell the roses.An’ you know that “oops”?
Sounds easy, don’t it, Guv’nor?
Easy, my left foot!Takes years of practice
to get that menacing tone –
ask ‘Arold Pinter!And the rhymin’ slang?
All that “pork pies” and “jam tarts”?
That “trouble ‘n’ strife”?It’s all Greek to me,
but the clients expect it
so what can you do?But sometimes I’ll say
“Welsh rarebit” or “quiche Lorraine”
just to confuse ’em!They don’t mean nuffin’ –
just a spot of humour for
us Cockney ‘Eavies!But the worst bit, Guv?
The very worst bit of all?
Want me to tell ya?The worst bit of all
is the gnawin’ inner doubt,
the long sleepless nights,the endless anguish
of knowin’ that all you are
and ever will be,the only reason
you wuz put upon this earth
with other geezers,the only reason
you appear in this ‘ere post
on this ‘ere website,the only reason
for your existence at all
in this ‘eartless worldis to be some clown,
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‘Ello all you tramper geezers! Misunderstood Cockney ‘Eavy ‘ere again. I thought I’d ‘ave a go at this ‘ere limerick lark! ‘Ere’s one about that nice photo right up at the top – the one wiv 2023 tramping NZ calendar written on it. Let me know wot you think.
That climber there’s ‘igh in the ‘ills.
Then ice-covered ‘ills gimme chills!
They make me go BLIMEY!
They look quite unclimby!
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Oooooops-a-daisy! That shoulda been “Them ice-covered ‘ills”, not “Then ice-covered ‘ills”. Ya got to be real careful wiv these limerick things!
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How does one view and order the 2023 Tramping Calendar? It would appear the Tararuaphotos website isn’t yet caught up with the next edition!
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It won’t be long now
All will become obvious
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‘ello again you geezers! We ain’t ‘ad no vases to smash up this week, so I just came up wiv this ‘ere creation about them awful-lookin’ volcanoes in that photo up above.
Them volcanic ‘ills look real scary.
I don’t think I’ll go there – I’m wary
Of tumblin’ in
Right up to me chin –
Instead I’ll nip down to the dairy.An’ that track over ’em looks real ‘airy.
An’ them gases make geezers real teary.
If you fell in you’d bake
Like an over-cooked cake –
So I’ll just ‘ave a pint and get beery.An’ them lava flows look bleak and eerie.
An’ the sunlight on ’em can be glary.
An’ you’d fry and you’d frizzle
Like an overdone riss’le –
Or that’s what I reckon – my theory.That ‘ole landscape looks ex-planetary.
All that rock an’ that ash is so dreary.
An’ even a mobster
Would bake like a lobster
If ‘e fell in that ‘ole – Mother Mary!
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