This straw isn’t bad, really, said the scarecrow. I like straw.
At least I’m eliciting strong emotions, said the alarm clock.
I’m taking this opportunity to get in touch with my roots, said the wind-thrown tree.
There’s no greater joy than the feeling of being useful, said the automatic rifle.
Wow, what an intense rush, said the lobster. You hardly notice the heat.
I’m ready for some time apart, said the quarry stone.
This entry was posted Friday, October 27th, 2006 at 9:15 am and is filed under Personal/Political, Poems & poem-like things and tagged greatest hits, wellerisms. 
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Curious: – Dare one ask to what the lobster has becoming acclimatized? Probably not. Very enjoyable read notwithstanding.
Thanks for the comment. I could add a phrase to that if it’s too obscure, though I was trying to avoid making these lines into full-fledged wellerisms.
[Later] After checking with another reader, I decided to add a second sentence to the lobster part. Hope it’s clearer now.
Enjoyable indeed, and I didn’t know this form is called wellerism. Thanks, Dave, I’m always learning something interesting here.
Thanks. I didn’t know until I read the Wikipedia article that Charles Dickens must’ve borrowed the form from the Dutch. I’d always thought he’d invented it out of whole cloth for his character Sam Weller in The Pickwick Papers (whence “wellerism”).
Glad to know about wellerisms and enjoyed these. I did understand the lobster line without the second sentence, but then I’ve actually done that to a lobster. Once. (But would it have worked with a frog, I wonder. The wellerism, I mean.)
Thanks for the feedback, mb. I’ve been feeling guilty that I didn’t try and write more of these, but I’ve been strangely lacking in inspiration lately. Gotta just keep plugging ahead, as the lemming said.
Dave, would that the world were as creative when uninspired.
(And it’s so wonderful to finally get some light in here, thought the railworker deep inside the tunnel.)
Now there’s one worthy of Sam Weller!
Also, it occurs to me that a more Welleresque wellerism for my next-to-last would be:
I do recommend The Pickwick Papers for anyone who might be looking for good bedtime reading — it’s a rollicking, picaresque series of tales in the style of the 18th century that gradually morphs into a 19th-century novel, and you get a good sense where Dickens’ style came from. Also, my brother maintains with some justification that Sam Weller was Tolkien’s model for Sam Gamgee, for all you LOTR fans.
fun!
thanks