Here’s a poem that’s been making it rounds on the blogosphere:
CAUSA BELLI by Andrew Motion
They read good books, and quote, but never learn
a language other than the scream of rocket-burn.
Our straighter talk is drowned but ironclad:
elections, money, empire, oil and Dad.
It was penned by some British poet laureate, and everyone who’s anyone is making a parody. Tim Blair was probably first, but Emperor Misha has one too, as does AcidMan, and Laurence Simon. Michele has made making one a initiation rite into her prestigious Club Katana, so here is my attempt:
CAUSA I SAID SO by Frank J.
The peaceniks loudly protest and preen and pose
so we blast them all with a high-power fire hose.
And though the doves may work and toil,
they’ll never stop us from bombing Baghdad and stealing its oil.
UPDATE: I was going to update with more poetry links, but it’s easier to just link again to Tim Blair who has the most complete list.
BIG BELLI
We read cookbooks, sautee and never burn
an omelet; golden with a single turn,
Our simpler fare is drowned in sauce béarnaise,
Al dente, honey, olive oil and mayonnaise.
I’ve got one too:
CAUSE TO BELLOW
They write a canting verse without the words
to speak of evil. Then the cocked-up turds
will sneer and pose and smugly self-applaud
indifference, whining, folly, fear and fraud.
Causa G.E.
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill
Im Andrew Motion
Gonna rock-baghdad with my
Commotion
and Im gonna screw you
like a fool
(thatll be 30 quid)