poem and parody

Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

I 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.

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TD's

by James Healy

i think that i shall never see

a poem lovely as an irish parliamentary TD

a TD whose hungry mouth is pressed

against the department of finance's sweet flowing breast

a TD that looks at God all day

and forces schools to teach diluted relativistic marxian nonsense in place of religion anyway

a TD that may in summer wear

a nest of travelling expenses, personal bonuses and pension entitlements in his hair

upon whose bosom drug dealers and people traffickers have a laugh at ya

a TD who intimately lives with the mafia

a TD whose friends are kleptocratic media skanks

and who likes nothing better than to loot the treasury to bail out gangster banks

poems are made by fools like me

but only satan can make an irish parliamentary TD