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(2) Rupert Brooke, The Soldier (1914)

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.



The Coffee

If I should dunk, think only this of me:
That there is corner of Marco’s Cafe
That is forever England. There shall be
In his toilets, old drunks concealed;
Coffees England makes –uncared-
Burned once, stewed twice, with grimy foam.
A coffee of England’s that doesn’t care,
Cups unwashed in kitchens, the sugar taken home.

Famous poems changed to being ones about Spam: http://mit.edu/jync/www/spam/sonnets.html


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"The hydrogen dog and the cobalt cat, side by side in the armory sat."

 by danielpauldavis on Aug 22 2009 (5 months ago)
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Nobody thought about fusion or fission
Everyone spoke of their peacetime mission,
 Till somebody came and opened the door.
There they were, in a neutron fog,
The Codrogen Cat and the Hybalt Dog;
 They mushroomed up with a terrible roar- 
 And Nobody Never was there-Nomore.

Anthony Davis, memorized by me, don't ask why. It was a while before I found the original, too. 

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spam sonnets, an American masterpiece

http://mit.edu/jync/www/spam/sonnets.html

Sample below:

Shall I compare thee to a can of SPAM?
Thou art more pink and more gelatinous.
Much ill is said about this fine "SPiced hAM"
Yet never is it called keratinous.
Sometime too hard the arteries are made
And often is the heart's beating too dim,
And every glob of fat in time is laid
Upon the waist, for Jenny Craig to trim.
But thy eternal pinkness shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fat thou earn'd
Nor shall Death brag thy heart attack SPAM made.
When in eternal sloth thy life was burn'd
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long will SPAM's blue cans bring joy to thee.
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