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Saturday, May 16, 2015

poem and parody

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.


by James Healy

Stephen hawking approached in mellow mood
With cries of "hey" and "whassup dude"
He bid me sit and listen hence
To his latest gems of intelligence
"We're genes and chemistry, that is all.
Richard Dawkins is on the ball.
He's pulled the plug, he's called God's bluff.
We're not spirits, we are stuff.
And consequently we're also free
To indulge in ceaseless pagan orgies."
He continued a while in manner crude
Before bidding me a merry: "See ya dude."
And I was left to contemplate
The wilful ignorance of the atheistic state.
Orgies are made by fools like Richard Dawkins
But only God can make a Stephen Hawking.


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