Chozon1 wrote:First off, no such thing as terrible poetry. As longas it conveys the meaning or emtion is set's out to, it's good. From a secular standpoint, anyway. Poetry can be dirty. >_>
Second...I'll get back to you on that. I'll be needing to re-read it.
Thirdly, do you know how dangerous chain saws are? O_O My parents wanted me to use one of those instead of an ax, and they wouldn't let me buy a double bladed ax because "it was too dangerous," then let me use a chainsaw? O_O
There is such a thing as terrible poetry. I point the good sir to one Amanda McKittrick Ros, who wrote, in 1933:
"Holy Moses! Have a look!
Flesh decayed in every nook!
Some rare bits of brain lie here,
Mortal loads of beef and beer,
Some of whom are turned to dust,
Every one bids lost to lust;
Royal flesh so tinged with 'blue'
Undergoes the same as you."
Or to the Canadian poet James McIntyre, who gave us this little gem:
"The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese."
Even worse was a William Topaz McGonagall, from Dundee, Scotland. He gave many a verse that was atrocious, but most wonderfully contributed this:
"Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!
Alas! I am very sorry to say
That ninety lives have been taken away
On the last Sabbath day of 1879,
Which will be remember'd for a very long time."
You'll notice that there is no meter, hardly a grasp on rhyme scheme... and that it's just plain awful.
So bad poetry? You bet.
Anyway. Chainsaws.
No, I'm not familiar with how dangerous they are, but I would assume that they're very dangerous, and not something that a klutzy person would want to wield. Sharp teeth going very fast? No thanks. On a chain, you say? Um. I'll stay away from that, thanks. Axes are dangerous, too, what with their cumbersome swinging and such. I wouldn't trust myself with either. Apt to lose an eye, with my luck.
How that works out, I don't know.