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Bush the Poet

Who would've known???
Bush's poetry as reported by www.spiegel.de
"Roses are red / Violets are blue / oh my, lump in the bed / how I've missed you. / Roses are redder / Bluer am I / Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy. The dogs and the cat, they missed you too / Barney's still mad you dropped him - he ate your shoe. / The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier / Next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier."
Any response from real poets out there?
The Conqueror Worm 12.Oct.2003 10:33

Edgar Allen Poe

Lo! 't is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly--
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!

That motley drama-- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!-- it writhes!-- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out-- out are the lights-- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

What W really wrote 13.Oct.2003 07:39

George

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Thats what Dad told me
So it must be true.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
What do I care?
I'm busy sniffin glue!

What else did he write???? Submit your ideas below!

there once was a man from texas.... 15.Oct.2003 23:10

jesus saves

There was an over-working populace
They did all they could, I must confess
But my cronies and I wanted more more more
So we gave them less less less