I just got the most recent issue of Gilbert. I had submitted some clerihews back in October, but they may have gotten there too late for inclusion. So maybe they will show up in an issue next year.
On the other hand, they may not have been up to snuff enough for inclusion.
Here are the ones I submitted this time:
St. John Vianney
did not attend the hootenanny.
He didn’t want to chance
spotting parishioners starting to dance.
H. G. Wells
crafted some literary hells.
When it comes to romance, too,
he created more than a few.
Henry VIII
was named "Defender of the Faith."
He kept the title, but cast the Faith aside
when he wanted to make mistress Anne a short-term bride.
The look on the face of Joseph Pearce
was positively fierce.
As he was about to send his latest out the door
he suddenly realized he'd written the same thing before.
We can probably assume Saint Blaise
is in Heaven these days.
Martyrdom likely led him to eternal glory
and not just some fish story.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
sat in her parlor frowning.
Robert had bought her something labeled "Serra da Estrela cheese,"
that clearly wasn't Portuguese.
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