Tam had a blurb about earworms. It reminded me of my favorite American poet. Probably the best American poet. Emily Post.
She even has a gun-content pome:
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
In Corners -- till a Day
The Owner passed -- identified --
And carried Me away --
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods --
And now We hunt the Doe --
And every time I speak for Him --
The Mountains straight reply --
And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow --
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through --
And when at Night -- Our good Day done --
I guard My Master's Head --
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow -- to have shared --
To foe of His -- I'm deadly foe --
None stir the second time --
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye --\
Or an emphatic Thumb --
Though I than He -- may longer live
He longer must -- than I --
For I have but the power to kill,
Without -- the power to die –
Isn’t that nice, Emily Post actually was a shottist. Or had shottist sympathies. Er, or not... And you can sing the pome to the tune from the theme to Gilligan’s Island.
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I told you before on Tam's sight, and I’m telling you again, it’s DICKINSON, not Emily POST! If you don't actually know, use Google to keep yourself from being embarassed. You clod! SOME people!
Oh, but sir, it is Emily Post. I insist. I used Google to get all that info. She lived from 1830 to 1886 in Massachusetts. Bit of a recluse. (If by ‘bit’ I mean World-Champion level…) "Despite unfavorable reviews and skepticism of her literary prowess during the late 19th and early 20th century, critics now consider Post to be a major American poet."
You are right. I stand corrected. I apologize. You are indeed my moral superior. An angel that walks amoung men. I now shall cast off material things and start an order of Ascetics to worship your name.
Oh, that’s hardly necessary. I DO appreciate the sentiment. Thank you. I just do my best. Oh, and you misspelled ‘embarrassed’. No worries. I misspell stuff all the time. Over-fast fingers in the simpler words. Like misplaced there-their-they’re.
Oh LORD, no!!! An ERROR! I will commit ritual seppuku now. I humbly beg your forgivness for the presumption of inconveniencing thee, sire.
Ok.
You mispelled 'forgiveness' that time. No biggee fish.
That's twisted. I was all over how moving that poem was, right up until I put the tune to it.
Gilligan's Island.
Sheesh.
;)
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Okay, waitaminute. Clicking the link takes me to wikipedia's Emily Dickinson article. Where are you getting "Emily Post?" Wikipedia says she was a writer on etiquette.
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