Fred Thompson once wrote a poem that was three times as lovely as a tree.
[Wait… I think that one might actually be a John Edwards Fabulous Fact. -Ed.]
Fred Thompson once wrote a poem that was three times as lovely as a tree.
[Wait… I think that one might actually be a John Edwards Fabulous Fact. -Ed.]
But he wrote it using the blood of his enemies as ink, onto a tanned hide made of Jihadi flesh,
Whereas Edwards uses his used tampons…
No, it’s a Fred! fact. John Edwards is three times as lovely as a tree. He can’t write poetry though.
Isn’t writing poetry like totally gay?
Isn’t writing poetry like totally gay?
No, poetry is totally cool. It’s even cooler than guns.
Isn’t writing poetry like totally gay?
Posted by: ussjimmycarter on July 19, 2007 08:48 AM
Back in the day, the higher-ups couldn’t get a lady if they couldn’t write a good poem. So no, poetry writing is not gay; it used to be extremely manly.
Writing Walt Whitman-like poetry, however, is most definitely a sign of gayness, or at least bisexuality. See Allen Ginsberg as an example.
Viking Warriors were all poets, and you can’t get much manlier then a Viking Warrior.
The ideal samurai was a warrior poet who was supposed to compose his death poem (haiku) right before committing seppuku.
So I’m gonna have to go with, “No, writing poetry is not gay.”
Unless the poem is about either John Edwards or being gay, then all bets are off.
You are clearly mistaken. There’s no way that Fred Thompson ever did ANYTHING that could be described as “lovely.”
Fred once wrote a poem that had ten words that rhymed with orange.
By the way, who is this Ed guy that keeps typing in all italics? How’d this guy we’ve never heard of end up being a contributor so quickly anyway?
Fred uses poetry as a noble art… John Edwards uses interpretive dance, which nobody ‘gets’.
Poetry uses a pen which is mightier than a sword, although not as cool as a gun or pastrami piled very high on rye with melted swiss, russian dressing, and sauerkraut.
Anyways… interpretive dance involves some kind of weird shoes and unitards.
Poetry wins