Desecrating the Body, part I of V: Joyce Kilmer.

Started by The Good Reverend Roger, January 28, 2013, 08:26:35 PM

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The Good Reverend Roger

Most people don't know that Joyce Kilmer got his head shot off by a sniper while scouting enemy positions in WWI.  What most people DO know is that he WRECKED POETRY FOREVER, with the following garbage:

QuoteI think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
 
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
 
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
 
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
 
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
 
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

So I thought I'd poop on his grave a bit, like so:

QuoteI think that I shall never see
The sniper hiding in that tree.
 
A sniper whose beady eye is prest
Against against the scope's eye rest;
 
A sniper that looks at men all day,
And waits for the one to blow away;
 
A sniper that may in Summer wear
A gille suit and long hair;
 
Upon whose arm a rifle has lain;
Who even hunts in the rain.
 
Targets are made of fools like me,
Sticking up for a sniper to see.

Much improved, I'd say.
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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 28, 2013, 08:26:35 PM
Most people don't know that Joyce Kilmer got his head shot off by a sniper while scouting enemy positions in WWI.  What most people DO know is that he WRECKED POETRY FOREVER, with the following garbage:

QuoteI think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
 
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
 
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
 
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
 
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
 
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

So I thought I'd poop on his grave a bit, like so:

QuoteI think that I shall never see
The sniper hiding in that tree.
 
A sniper whose beady eye is prest
Against against the scope's eye rest;
 
A sniper that looks at men all day,
And waits for the one to blow away;
 
A sniper that may in Summer wear
A gille suit and long hair;
 
Upon whose arm a rifle has lain;
Who even hunts in the rain.
 
Targets are made of fools like me,
Sticking up for a sniper to see.

Much improved, I'd say.

I actually like that one.  :lol:
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That is so incredibly much better, I can't even believe it.  :lol:
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The Good Reverend Roger

Quote from: M. Nigel Salt on January 28, 2013, 10:11:12 PM
That is so incredibly much better, I can't even believe it.  :lol:

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" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."
- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."
- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

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"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


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