Quote:

I think that I shall never speak
as if a poet were a geek
it's only ignorance I fear
of what we could be speaking here


- yet hold no grudge against a beer



And neither do I, BranShe, I hold no grudge against any man's beer but I do think that desecration of high poetry is...uh, desecration.
Take, for example, this simple, yet moving and thought provoking, poem by Robert Frost...



Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and clear,
But I have promises to keep,
And only Schlitz can make a beer,
And only Schlitz can make a beer.
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Notice how the repetition of the last line evokes empathy among like minded readers and gives the poem a surprising end.

No! Some poems are sacred and should not be abused by Awad posters for the sake of a simple joke.

Last edited by themilum; 02/06/07 12:20 AM.