Desert Dave Posted July 16, 2003 Share Posted July 16, 2003 When your life is through, And you mosey on up To the... shut & closed... Pearly Gates, And you see St Peter, calmly in wait, And he asks... what did you DO? And you begin in on all These terrific stories About... winning and gathering Things and being rough-tough & cool, O it's then my friends, That he holds up a hand And says... no, no, that's not What I meant, Rather... what did you really truly... DO With your one and only And extremely... brief Life? And when you get to the part Where you... dutifully hated Whole groups! of people That you didn't even KNOW! Just like... the many Americans who hated And publicly berated These: The Germans and Russians and Italians, The Japanese and Koreans And Chinese and Vietnamese, The Cubans and Iraquis and Iranians, The Serbians and Libyans and Of late... the despicable... French! (... and that is only the last 80 years or so) Well, sadly, sadly... St Peter stares, And asks anew... why in God's name? Would you hate, And publicly berate, ALL of these Very old and long-flowering Civilizations? And so you begin to eagerly explain And St Peter... begins that... laugh, And he laughs & laughs & laughs & laughs And laughs and laughs... and laughs. Finally saying... you hated? And! Publicly berated? All of those very old cultures... and Even more? Because... someone else Whom, you've surely noticed, Wasn't with you... the moment you died, Nor, are they with you NOW As you wistfully admire These... shut & locked heaven's gates, You did... all this? because Someone else, say Like a politician or a parent Or a... Church leader? Told you to? You are... putting me on... right? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kuniworth Posted July 16, 2003 Share Posted July 16, 2003 That was a great poem Immer. And even more off-topic than Waltero´s worst threads. Have a nice day Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pzgndr Posted July 16, 2003 Share Posted July 16, 2003 You are currently sitting on the Vogon Poetry Appreciation Chair and being read one of the finest pieces of Vogon poetry. This chair is attached to a battery of electronic equipment - imagery intensifiers, rhythmic modulators, alliterative residulators and simile dumpers - all designed to heighten the experience of the poem and make sure that not a single nuance of the poet's thought was lost. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Konstantin V. Kotelnikov Posted July 16, 2003 Share Posted July 16, 2003 Originally posted by Bill Macon: You are currently sitting on the Vogon Poetry Appreciation Chair and being read one of the finest pieces of Vogon poetry. This chair is attached to a battery of electronic equipment - imagery intensifiers, rhythmic modulators, alliterative residulators and simile dumpers - all designed to heighten the experience of the poem and make sure that not a single nuance of the poet's thought was lost. Oh freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee. Groop I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes. And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't! [ July 16, 2003, 01:09 PM: Message edited by: Konstatin V. Kotelnikov ] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pzgndr Posted July 16, 2003 Share Posted July 16, 2003 Score! Hey, we better tie this to Strategic Command somehow or else Moon will rend us in the gobberwarts with his blurglecruncheon. :eek: These terrific stories About... winning Yes, there are stories about winning here ... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Desert Dave Posted July 16, 2003 Author Share Posted July 16, 2003 As originally posted by Konstatin V. Kotelnikov: Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't! And! If you do, You will surely provide MORE than a passing nod to the once great... Lewis Carroll. Who said, Among many other fine poetic lines: Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Well, I am really VERY certain (... and given your forum handle, MUST appreciate the many accomplished Russian poets) That you are extremely respectful Of ALL poetry, Since, As we know, There would be NO History, Or Myth, Or insight-delving delight On a... raining & storming night, Without it... true? --------------------------------------- PS: Mr Bill, Winning is... only another failure To say... I can't figure out Any... OTHER way. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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