Otherworldly Stuff By Bob
Quentin Tarantino
Does a mean fandango
Look in The Beano
While you sip your vino
Werner Herzog
In weltschmerz fog
Too artsy-fartsy for me
My film-class classmates marveled at my 'C'
Kubrick spins my wheels
He knows how it feels
For a paranoid computer
To make embryos look cuter
Quite often, John Woo
Maxes out on kung fu
Is his volence schtick merely reductio ad absurdum?
And you couldn't recall the names of most of his films even if you'd heard 'em
Luis Bunuel
Ate angels on toast
With Dalì lashed to the bedpost
It was his funeral
Ang Lee never fails to surprise
Us folks with roundish eyes
Give me the storms of ice and dragons unseen
But I confess I passed on the big mean green
'Fiddle-dee-dee' said Scarlett
Though no-one heard bar Rhett
It was all a flim-flam
Till she got in a jam
'Strike that...reverse it' said Wonka
Wanker said strike the reverse of it
And Brooks morphs to Burton, and Hot Wheels to Tonka
And that, frankly, is the curse of it.
Contributors: | Beefy, Apsley, Roland, F, Kansas Sam, Grayman, Ethetran, Matt Cole, Karin, Gussie, Nym, Nigel Sly, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 9th January 2004 by Beefy. |