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?