Wednesday, December 9, 2009

No Rhyme or Reason

I bet you didn't know that, along with being a Nobel laureate and the proprieter of Cousin Al's Cozy Carbon Credit Emporium and Dim Sum Eatery, former Veep Al Gore was a poet. And to prove it, here's his, er, poem:
One thin September soon

A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun
Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
Neptune’s bones dissolve
Snow glides from the mountain
Ice fathers floods for a season
A hard rain comes quickly
Then dirt is parched
Kindling is placed in the forest
For the lightning’s celebration
Unknown creatures
Take their leave, unmourned
Horsemen ready their stirrups
Passion seeks heroes and friends
The bell of the city
On the hill is rung
The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools
All I can say is he's no Ogden Nash.

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