It was many years ago that I first became acquainted with a form of light verse called a clerihew. At the time I was reading some poetry by W. H. Auden. Most of Auden's poetry was serious, but some of it was light, and I especially liked the following:
Was the hard-boiled kind of Scot
He thought any dream
Sheer waste of steam.
"Clerihews: A Personal History,"
Word Ways: Vol. 41
, Article 5.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/wordways/vol41/iss1/5