Monday, September 25, 2006

From the Mel Brooks Classic "The Prodcuers" (1968):

Lorenzo St. DuBois: (singing):

And I give a flower to the big fat cop / He takes his club and he beats me up / I give a flower to the garbage man / He stuffs my girl in the garbage can / And I give it to the landlord when the rent comes 'round / He throws it in the toilet and he flush it down / It goes into the sewer / With the yuck runnin' through 'er / And it runs into the river that we drink / Hey, world, YOU STINK!

Friday, September 08, 2006

A hack might try to be 'clever' in a poem
but thank God that I never would.
Isn't irony wonderful? I have used it
three times in this poem.