Tony Crafter

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ON APPROACHING ITALY
A Sonnet by Oscar Wilde

I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned,
Italia, my Italia, at thy name:
And when from out the mountain's heart I came
And saw the land for which my life had yearned,
I laughed as one who some great prize had earned:
And musing on the marvel of thy fame
I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame
The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned.
The pine-trees waved as waves a woman's hair,
And in the orchards every twining spray
Was breaking into flakes of blossoming foam:
But when I knew that far away at Rome
In evil bonds a second Peter lay,
I wept to see the land so very fair.

ON APPROACHING FISCAL RUIN
by Silvio Berlusconi

I reached that summit for which I'd yearned
Then viewed a nation's splendour below,
And whooped, "I'll make Italy great, I know!
Let me share these wisdoms I have discerned,
I can amaze you with what I have learned.
Ah, stand by me, and make Italy grow,

Make her mighty and famous, and put her on show!
Yield to a passion that always has burned!"

It's true many lovers went hot to my bed,
There was an affair (or perhaps quite a few)
And now it's gone wrong, hah! it's me that they name!
Let me stay on and fight now to relight the flame,
Italia's fire can flare skyward, anew
And never be snuffed out or dead!

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WINTER
By
William Shakespeare

When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring-owl,
Tu-whit,
Tu-who! a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit,
Tu-who! a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

INTO CHRISTMAS
Triumph and Tension.


When tinsel hangs from Christmas trees
And wine is swallowed by the glass
And children yell, "More turkey please!"
And all good things will come to pass...
A baby cries, but no one hears,
And hungry people shed weak tears.
How sad,
How bad, oh, how unkind...
Let's drink another glass o' wine.

When all around, with eyes aglow
The children open bright new toys,
While hooting happily, "Oh wow!"
As little hands tremble with joy...
The jet-bombs blitz the frightened town,
Annihilating, raining down.
How sad,
How bad, oh, how unkind...
Let's drink that other glass o' wine.

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A STRANGE WILD SONG
By
Lewis Carroll

He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
"At length I realize," he said,
"The bitterness of life!"

He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
"Unless you leave this house," he said,
"I'll send for the police!"

He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
"The one thing I regret," he said,
"Is that it cannot speak!"

He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
"If this should stay to dine," he said,
"There won't be much for us!"

He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a Coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
"Were I to swallow this," he said,
"I should be very ill!"

He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
"Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!"

Adieu To...
THE TITULAR IDIOTS OF MODERN TIMES

He thought he was the U.K's Choice
So suave, so debonair
He looked again to find he was
That puppet, Tony Blair.
"At least I've had last laugh," he said
"For I'm a millionaire!"

He thought he was Cock of the Walk
Then, turning with a 'swoosh'!
He looked again to see he was
Prize twit, George W. Bush.
"What dumb things did I spout?" he said,
"Hell... none! (one at a push!")

He thought he was Invincible,
For decades he could reign,
He looked again and saw he was
Despot Saddam Hussein
"At least I kept Iraq secure,"
He said, "Now it's insane."

He thought he was the God of Sex,
But it was baloney.
He looked to find he was, tut tut,
Deflated, Berlusconi
"Ok, I had affairs," he puffed,
"But, man I was not lonely!"

He thought he was top Desert King
Star of foreign affairs
He looked again to find he was
Gaddafi fleeing scared.
Though hated by his folk, he had
A lifelong friend in Blair.

He thought he was the President
Who had the keenest brain
He looked again to see he was
Bill Clinton, clear and plain.
"At least in my career," he said,
I only left one stain."

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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