Word: doggerel
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...country home in Abingdon where he spent most of his time. Fortunately, he had written much of his best poetry long before George V named him laureate in 1930 (in preference to his chief rival, Rudyard Kipling). Already safe from obscurity, Masefield thus turned out only occasionally the dutiful doggerel that has so often been the lot of poets laureate...
...recognizing a stirring processional as "I Wanna Hold Your Hand." The two Beatle cantatas were both arranged by Joshua Rivkin; one became famous on the Elektra album "The Baroque Beatles Book," and the other premiered -- minus staging -- at Lincoln Center this summer. The second is a great piece of doggerel from "A Spaniard in the Works" in which Thomas Weber, as detective Shamrock Wombls, solves "The Singularge Experience of Miss Ann Duffield" and explains, "Harry Belafonte, my dear Whopper...
Today's blue-water skippers are a bit more specific than John Masefield. Their pragmatic doggerel runs: "Give me a Cal-40 and some racing luck, and I'll win Bermuda, Transpac and Mackinac." In less than three years of ocean competition, the 40-ft. fiber-glass sloops from California have become the tallest boats in U.S. racing, sailing off with virtually every major trophy...
...over London's Albert Hall to cue in a loony howler called the Greater-Than-London Fire New Moon Carnival of Poetry. Some 2,000 shaggies and stringies in mod costume settled down for a cultural evening that began with a villanelle of squeals and grunts. The caterwauling doggerel went on, with the audience chanting a "Sound Mass"-"MUTAMA! MUTAMA! M'MUTA!"-and Actress Vanessa Redgrave, 29, whose benefit appearances in the past have included ban-the-bomb marches, standing up in Castro-style fatigues to sing Fidel's freedom song, Guantanamera. Before the moon was down...
...like a knotted string, and he hated his parishioners. With fierce Puritan intensity he preached burning, his whole inside crying die, shouting die. He worked in his garden obsessively, like a madman picking imaginary lint from his sleeve. He wanted women, imagined them in every posture. He wrote dirty doggerel and lied-his single skill. He lived in a thousand careening pieces, like a shattered army...