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To: trajanus_red
Usually, one must peruse the scribblings in a high school yearbook to read poetry of such a caliber.

Thanks! It was absolutely everything I expected it to be.

21 posted on 01/12/2004 2:00:23 PM PST by dead (I've got my eye out for Mullah Omar.)
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To: dead
That isn't even the worst of it. I have one of his books because i was curious...and I did hear the speech he made at ANSWER. Medved was not exaggerating. It was staggeringly awful
35 posted on 01/12/2004 2:12:43 PM PST by trajanus_red
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To: dead
MY high school poetry was better than that!

The Ballad of Spike McGee

Once upon a time in a western town
When The football team was the worst around
The team was losing 33 to 3
When onto the field walked Spike McGee

He was big and bad and ugly too
But not one in the crowd would say boo
When the coach led him out on his own two feet
He was cracking his whip, and throwing him meat

With one big eye, he'd stare you down,
cuz the other eye just wasn't around
When the other team saw him, they began to yell
For they thought for sure that He'd come from hell

When the ball was snapped, he went out fast
And if you didnt watch out, your first step would be your last
He'd sack the Quarterback, the Fullback, too
And if you didn't watch out, he'd even sack You!

But the other team had some big guys still
Like Giant George, and Humungous Bill
They said the only way to get him was a double-team
Cuz if you tried Spike alone,
You'll surely get creamed

When the ball was snapped, they were off like a shot
But when they hit Spike McGee, all you heard was a pop!
There was a cloud of dust and dirt in the air
And when it cleared away, there was no one there!

Where could they be? Where could they go?
No one could guess, no one could know,
There was a path on the ground that headed for the fans,
When they followed it down, it went under the stands!

But back out of the ground came Spike McGee,
With Bill on his shoulder and George on his knee,
Back onto the field in the middle of play,
"I'm Very mad now, Get out of my way!"

Onto the field he trudged and trumped,
And onto the backfield and flopped with a whump!
His cheeks were so red, his smile so merry,
The quarterback was dead, the halfback was buried!

You've just heard the story of Spike McGee,
his team was losing 33 to 3,
So if your football team is the worst around,
Just look up Spike for fractures compound!
Your opponents will hate you all through the year
Cuz with Spike on your team,
You've got nothing to fear!

106 posted on 01/13/2004 3:27:49 PM PST by RaceBannon
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