Double Dactyl - Higgledy Piggledy Acceptability

Double Dactyl poetry. I hope whoever dreamt this discipline up had lots of fun. According to Wikipedia, the inventors were Anthony Hecht and Paul Pascal in 1951. I’ve written lots of poems in various forms and in freestyle, but never encountered Double Dactyl until now. I’ve made an effort and enjoyed playing with words, as I always do. I haven’t completely adhered to the strict rules, but some rules lend themselves to be broken. After some non-starters and others not for sharing, I give you my best three.
Floppetty moppetty
Boris de Vaudeville
Thought he could win
With his clown grin
Scary, like The Joker
Hedonistically
Singing and dancing
Off with his head. Next!
Make of this what you will. If you know me, you’ll understand. I don’t intend to offend, by the way.

Dibdabdoo scribbdabdoo
Emily Bronte
When did you get him,
That special one?
Perhaps your brother’s traits
Identifiable
I gave him my heart
Many years ago.
Of course it’s about Heathcliff. My first introduction was the black and white ‘Wuthering Heights’ film with Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon when I was eleven, or twelve and long before I read the book. Future English Literature classes took me into studying the book, which is a firm favorite of mine and goes way beyond the end of that 1939 film.
Pippitty flippitty
James Callaghan
Thought it was funny
Not easy to count
In pounds, shillings and pence
Decimalisation,
That was the answer,
Totting up money.
I will always be thankful for decimalisation. In 1963, I cried my eyes out while a horrid teacher yelled at me for getting all my ‘money sums’ wrong. Shillings and pence, pounds, shillings and pence, was just a mass of confusion to my seven and a half year old brain. Someone raging at me wasn’t going to magically make me get my sums right. Family friends came to visit one weekend, probably to see the new baby, my sister. Their daughter was a little older than me and we went off to play. I asked her if she could do money sums and felt delighted when she happily showed me. She taught me very well. Everything clicked into place. I was grateful to her and didn’t fear my teacher anymore. I volunteer in the same school. I often go into the very classroom where I spent miserable times. I’m glad things are different for today’s children. All the teachers are lovely, none of them are scary. Perhaps I should ask the children about that. In later years, I worked in an office where everything revolved around money and payments, including wages. By now we were using ‘new money’, decimalisation had taken place a couple of years earlier in 1971. Thank goodness. I couldn’t have done that job in £sd.
Have fun writing Double Dactyls.
Thanks for reading, Pam x
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