Monday, May 26, 2008

I knew you could do it

Today is Memorial Day, a day when Americans of all stripes, colors, and shades of pink take a little time to recognize the men and women who have given their lives to ensure that we remain the greatest country in the world. Did they give their lives to ensure that we remain the greatest country in the world? I don't know what their motivation was. They were probably like the rest of us, just trying to stay alive. And they they died. What were they fighting for? Their parents, siblings, wives, husbands, dogs, cats, maybe even their country. I don't know. Anyway, I do say, "Thank you", because without these brave guys and gals I highly doubt I'd have the freedom to sit here and question their motives.
Speaking of Memorial Day, I'd just like to respond to the pro-Rubashkin hamburger comment from Nemo. Yes, they can save lives, but as I have often experienced, they can be quite dangerous. Lesson? They should only be eaten in the direst of circumstances. Aaron's ground beef can be, and is often, made into quite delicious burgers, but that's another issue altogether.

Many moons ago I used to dabble in poetry. One particular piece of verse I recall dealt with cows. Today I feel like returning to this once-favored joy, and so I'll write some here for you to peruse and (probably) criticize.

The Moon's bright verve
brought effervescent by the cooling town
is struck low with a calming wave
with a large blast at the bound


Yeah, that was a pretty pathetic effort, huh? How about this?


No more the dumb
Far gone the the lost
the cracker's eaten
the voice's cost


Oh man, this is getting kind of pathetic. We'll try one more...

And thus the end
the crying last
these poems have been depressing
and rather pointless


The good news is that it's looking like I'll be going on Merkos Shlichus again this year. Will I be getting a blog on Roving Rabbis? Only time will tell. But if not, don't worry, they don't call me TRS for nothing.

5 comments:

Eliezer said...

In your first poem, you raise the use of high falutin' language to an art form.

The second poem is like your posts' titles: unintelligible to everyone but their creator.

The third is kind of cute.

The Real Shliach said...

awe shucks

Leo de Toot said...

Dear Mr. R. Shliach:
An anonymous poem you might appreciate:

How odd
Of G-d,
To choose.
The Jews.

Not strange
Not odd!
The goyim
Annoy Him.

Yours, in rhyming pentameter, LdT.

Nemo said...

What happened to my Roving Rabbis comment?

The Real Shliach said...

Nemo, as the old saying goes, if it fails the first time, try, try, try again