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Doggerel is a derogatory term for verse considered of little literary value. The word probably derived from dog, suggesting either ugliness, puppyish clumsiness, or unpalatability (as in food fit only for dogs). "Doggerel" is attested to have been used as an adjective since the fourteenth century and a noun since at least 1630.
Doggerel might have any or all of the following failings:
- Trite, cliché, or overly sentimental content
- Forced or imprecise rhymes
- Faulty meter
- Misordering of words to force correct meter
- Trivial subject
- Inept handling of subject
- Sir Thopas was a doughty swain,
- White was his face as paindemain,
- His lippes red as rose.
- His rode is like scarlet in grain,
- And I you tell in good certain
- He had a seemly nose.
- His hair, his beard, was like saffroun,
- That to his girdle reach'd adown,
- His shoes of cordewane:
- Of Bruges were his hosen brown;
- His robe was of ciclatoun,
- That coste many a jane.
Doggerel is usually the sincere product of poetic incompetence, and only unintentionally humorous, as with the work of Julia A. Moore, the "sweet singer of Michigan":
- Andrew was a little infant,
- And his life was two years old;
- He was his parents' eldest boy,
- And he was drowned, I was told.
- His parents never more can see him
- In this world of grief and pain,
- And Oh! they will not forget him
- While on earth they do remain.
- On one bright and pleasant morning
- His uncle thought it would be nice
- To take his dear little nephew
- Down to play upon a raft,
- Where he was to work upon it,
- An this little child would company be—
- The raft the water rushed around it,
- Yet he the danger did not see.
- This little child knew no danger—
- Its little soul was free from sin—
- He was looking in the water,
- When, alas, this child fell in.
- Beneath the raft the water took him,
- For the current was so strong,
- And before they could rescue him
- He was drowned and was gone.
- Oh! how sad were his kind parents
- When they saw their drowned child,
- As they brought him from the water,
- It almost made their hearts grow wild.
- Oh! how mournful was the parting
- From that little infant son.
- Friends, I pray you, all take warning,
- Be careful of your little ones.
Though all the critics' canons grow—
Far seedier than the actors' own—
Although the cottage-door's too low—
Although the fairy's twenty stone—
Although, just like the telephone,
She comes by wire and not by wings,
Though all the mechanism's known—
Believe me, there are real things.
Yes, real people—even so—
Even in a theatre, truth is known,
Though the agnostic will not know,
And though the gnostic will not own,
There is a thing called skin and bone,
And many a man that struts and sings
Has been as stony-broke as stone…
Believe me, there are real things
There is an hour when all men go;
An hour when man is all alone.
When idle minstrels in a row
Went down with all the bugles blown—
When brass and hymn and drum went down,
Down in death's throat with thunderings—
Ah, though the unreal things have grown,
Believe me, there are real things.
Prince, though your hair is not your own
And half your face held on by strings,
And if you sat, you'd smash your throne—
Believe me, there are real things.
The term is one of critical judgment rather than technical description, and readers may differ as to whether it is properly applied to a given poem. For example, the poetry of William Topaz McGonagall is also remembered with affection by many despite its seeming technical flaws, as in his ode on the death of Alfred, Lord Tennyson:
- Alas! England now mourns for her poet that's gone—
- The late and the good Lord Tennyson.
- I hope his soul has fled to heaven above,
- Where there is everlasting joy and love.
- He was a man that didn't care for company,
- Because company interfered with his study,
- And confused the bright ideas in his brain,
- And for that reason from company he liked to abstain.
- He has written some fine pieces of poetry in his time,
- Especially the May Queen, which is really sublime;
- Also the gallant charge of the Light Brigade—
- A most heroic poem, and beautifully made.
However, some poets, for example Ogden Nash, make a virtue of writing what appears to be doggerel but is actually clever and entertaining despite its apparent technical faults. Hip hop lyrics have also explored the artful possibilities of doggerel. 
Doggerel has been deliberately used for comic or satiric effect, as exemplified by John Skelton (giving rise to a variety of verse known as "skeltonics", defined as "short rhyming lines of irregular length, which build up a spasmodic energy from a rumble-tumble of rhymes in a melange of different languages, in which dog Latin and dog English fight out the sense between them".
- "Upon a Dead Man's Head"
- Youre vgly tokyn.
- My mynd hath brokyn.
- From worldly lust.
- For I haue dyscust.
- We ar but dust.
- And dy we must.
- It is generall.
- To be mortall.
- I haue well espyde.
- No man may hym hyde.
- From deth holow-eyed.
- With synnews wyderyd.
- With bonys shyderyd.
- With hys worme-etyn maw.
- And hys gastly Iaw.
- Gaspyng asyde.
- Nakyd of hyde.
- Neyther flesh nor fell.
- For his Religion, it was fit
- To match his learning and his wit;
- 'Twas Presbyterian true blue;
- For he was of that stubborn crew
- Of errant saints, whom all men grant
- To be the true Church Militant;
- Such as do build their faith upon
- The holy text of pike and gun;
- Decide all controversies by
- Infallible artillery;
- And prove their doctrine orthodox
- By apostolic blows and knocks;
- Call fire and sword and desolation,
- A godly thorough reformation,
- Which always must be carried on,
- And still be doing, never done;
- As if religion were intended
- For nothing else but to be mended.
- And did young Stephen sicken,
- And did young Stephen die?
- And did the sad hearts thicken,
- And did the mourners cry?
- No; such was not the fate of
- Young Stephen Dowling Bots;
- Though sad hearts round him thicken,
- 'Twas not from sickness' shots.
- No whooping cough did rack his frame,
- Nor measles drear, with spots;
- Not these impaired the sacred name
- Of Stephen Dowling Bots.
- Despised love struck not with woe
- That head of curly knots,
- Nor stomach troubles laid him low,
- Young Stephen Dowling Bots.
- O no. Then list with tearful eye,
- Whilst I his fate do tell.
- His soul did from this cold world fly,
- By falling down a well.
- They got him out and emptied him;
- Alas it was too late;
- His spirit was gone for to sport aloft
- In the realms of the good and great.
(Grangerford is inspired by Moore; see above.)
- Who put the bomp in the bomp-ba-bomp-ba-bomp?
- Who put the ram in the ramma-lamma-ding-dong?
See also 
- Harper, Douglas. "Doggerel". Online Etymological Dictionary.
- The Canterbury Tales; "The Tale of Sir Thopas," ll. 724–35
- "Little Andrew"
- Death and Burial of Lord Tennyson
- Caplan David (2009) ’Reduced to Rhyme: On Contemporary Doggerel, The Antioch Review, Vol. 67, No. 1, Winter pp. 164–80.
- Wallace, David (2002). Cambridge History of English Literature. Cambridge, UK: Cambridge University Press. p. 798.