Poetry...

Serves many purposes. For example, I just wrote a quick hopefully funny poem about duck-eating. Those of you who have been reading "Letters of Marque" (scm, I'm looking at you), know that Heidi is not fond of eaters of ducks. To tell the truth, I really just wrote it as a funny poem. It's been a while since I wrote my magnum opus "Over the Hill", for a friend of my Mother on her 40th birthday.
Here's the link to Heidi's pro-duck poem.
Here's my response...

Ducks are silly on the screen,
Feathers black or white or green,
Ducks may make some feel wispy
I like Ducks when they are crispy

Wings and breasts and legs and thighs
I take a bite, and then I sigh.
For Ducky soup is oh-so-yummy
When it's headed for my tummy

Duck l'orange and under glass
Please don't think that I'm an (incredibly insensitive person)
If I think duck is at its best
When it is broiled, fried, or pressed.

Oh, I don't hunt I have no gun
I don't think it would be much fun.
With others hunting does agree-a
Even with Anton Scalia

So let him hunt, and let him shoot.
Scalia says the point is moot.
And some would say he is quite brainy
(even though he's friends with Cheney)

(END)

I'd highly recommend Letters of Marque as a great read.