Hunting The Muse

Some friends of mine

Some friends of mine are having a poem competition about Bjork. It started with:

i'm so bloody sick of bjork
her fans are pretentious dorks
if i get the chance
i'll kick them hard in the pants
and tear out her tongue with a fork

The response was:

when bjork sings it's transcendent
people who don't like her can go and get bent
i think they just can't concur
that they really want to sleep with her.

I had to join in:

Bjork's eyes in orgasm
Her pubic hair orange
A lie I don't tell
We screwed on my floor in 
July!

I figure any poem that figures out how to rhyme with "orange" has got to win. Posted by Curt at February 18, 2002 06:49 PM