Al Gore the poetDecember 10, 2009/11 Comments/in News/by Steve McGoughThe self-proclaimed non-poet reads his poem on CNN. Hat tip to Jim Hoft over at Gateway Pundit. httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbBhMnlXBTE&feature=player_embedded https://radioviceonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/rvo-logo-4-300x100.jpg 0 0 Steve McGough https://radioviceonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/rvo-logo-4-300x100.jpg Steve McGough2009-12-10 09:22:422009-12-10 09:22:42Al Gore the poet
Erik Blazynski says: December 10, 2009 at 5:06 am This guy is severely mentally deranged. The most dangerous man in America.
Tim-in-Alabama says: December 10, 2009 at 7:22 am Oh, the weather outside ain't warmin', but Al Gore is still alarmin'. Since he's got no data to show, let him blow, let him blow, let him blow.
Tim-in-Alabama says: December 10, 2009 at 10:20 am This cold weather is affecting my creative process. My previous post should have read: Oh, the weather outside ain't warmin', but Al Gore is still alarmin'. Since he's got no data to show, he wrote a poem, wrote a poem, wrote a poem.
Tim-in-Alabama says: December 10, 2009 at 10:21 am It's still cold, and I forgot one more thing: Since he's got no data to show'em, he wrote a poem, wrote a poem, wrote a poem.
Dimsdale says: December 10, 2009 at 7:23 am Remember the adage "better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt"? Gore doesn't. Apparently, he got the same grades in poetry as he did in science: C- and D's (http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dyn?pagename=article&contentId=A37397-2000Mar18). What a shame he discovered Thai sticks in Viet Nam. He is a walking example of your brain on drugs.
donh says: December 10, 2009 at 7:30 pm I am very proud of Al Gore's courage to come out of the closet . He has inspired me to write my own poem Ode the Commode. On Quiet August Morn dry pine cracks like kindling as the old chair opens a porcelain throne Vapors rise as the bowels discharge in feverish haste Golden showers rain down quickly an acid sea Life's waste floats in celebation Galatea disappears her snow white flesh gone to nourish the parched dirt Unknown creatures settle around the compost pile The sheppard cries at the sight of dung On the hill is rung A bell to warn all heroes and friends Beware Al Gore the fool and his tongue his passion so au natural The commode in his hand carries his stool
Dimsdale says: December 11, 2009 at 6:56 am Haiku: Bloviating pol, Statements showing ignorance Heads shaking in disbelief.
J Angus says: December 14, 2009 at 6:32 am Why don't we use Al Gore and the young president to scare naughty children and a reminder of how good it used to be?
This guy is severely mentally deranged. The most dangerous man in America.
I don't even understand it.
Oh, the weather outside ain't warmin', but Al Gore is still alarmin'. Since he's got no data to show, let him blow, let him blow, let him blow.
This cold weather is affecting my creative process. My previous post should have read:
Oh, the weather outside ain't warmin', but Al Gore is still alarmin'. Since he's got no data to show, he wrote a poem, wrote a poem, wrote a poem.
It's still cold, and I forgot one more thing:
Since he's got no data to show'em, he wrote a poem, wrote a poem, wrote a poem.
Remember the adage "better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt"? Gore doesn't.
Apparently, he got the same grades in poetry as he did in science: C- and D's (http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dyn?pagename=article&contentId=A37397-2000Mar18).
What a shame he discovered Thai sticks in Viet Nam. He is a walking example of your brain on drugs.
I am very proud of Al Gore's courage to come out of the closet . He has inspired me to write my own poem Ode the Commode.
On Quiet August Morn
dry pine cracks like kindling
as the old chair opens a porcelain throne
Vapors rise as the bowels discharge in feverish haste
Golden showers rain down quickly an acid sea
Life's waste floats in celebation
Galatea disappears her snow white flesh
gone to nourish the parched dirt
Unknown creatures settle around the compost pile
The sheppard cries at the sight of dung
On the hill is rung
A bell to warn all heroes and friends
Beware Al Gore the fool and his tongue
his passion so au natural
The commode in his hand carries his stool
Haiku:
Bloviating pol,
Statements showing ignorance
Heads shaking in disbelief.
Why don't we use Al Gore and the young president to scare naughty children and a reminder of how good it used to be?