Your President is a Poetic Genius

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This comes from the Guardian Shortcuts, October 7:

Shall I compare thee to a lump in bed?

When the first lady Laura Bush returned home last week from a tour of Europe - which included a highly visible encounter with the French president Jacques Chirac - she found a poem penned by her husband on their bed. On Friday, she read it out in Washington as she opened the national book festival in America. This is how it went:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Oh my, lump in the bed
How I've missed you

Roses are redder Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy

The dogs and the cat, they missed you too
Barney's still mad you dropped him - he ate your shoe.
The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier
Next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier.
George W Bush

Comments

[sarka.livejournal.com]

We have an Icelandic word devoted to poetry like that.

It's 'Leirburður'

Translated directly, it means silt, or a heap of mud.

I like that word.

[siri-eerin.livejournal.com]

oh my....is there a rule AGAINST having a poet laureate who isn't British?


:)

[violaswamp.livejournal.com]

*chokes with laughter*

Lump in bed. How utterly romantic.

[sourcebook.livejournal.com]

I love it. The guy's a natural (in the sense of an idot). Some utterances of his (like this) make me forget what he looks like and hear Ronald Reagan's voice in my head.