B. S. Poetry

That's Britney Spears poetry. Although one would be justified in asking, "What's the diff?"

I have never been very impressed with the so-called talent of Ms. Spears. Some may disagree, but I think that if she had decided not to play to the hormone-overloaded teen crowd (with a much smaller pedophile demographic thrown in for good measure) she would be waiting tables at a Dennys. But, for the moment, let's say I'm wrong. Maybe she does have talent.

Unfortunately, B.S.'s Honeymoon Poem does not support that very generous assumption.


**** NAUSEA ALERT! **** NAUSEA ALERT! **** NAUSEA ALERT! ****

If you are of weak constitution, prone to sudden gagging fits, or have any amount of self respect, do not read any further. This is your final warning.

Honeymoon Poem

11.10.2004





A honeymoon at last, to get away from it all

My assistant Fe gave me the call.



I remember it well, as she was smilin'

She said it was called Turtle Island.



I packed my bags light and quick,

Then grabbed my pink dress & favorite lipstick.



We hopped on a plane and took our flight

I slept really well, all through the night.



As we arrive, I turn and look out the door,

People are greeting us right at the shore.



A meal, a shower and some ice cream

Then I threw my man down, you know what I mean!



Magical nights filled with stars

Silence is golden, no running cars.



Private dinners, romantic fires

Little piece of heaven, whatever your heart desires.



Friendly "hellos" and never goodbyes

When you're having fun, oh, how time flies!



As we sit and prepare to make our part

I thank you, Turtle Island, with all my heart!



~ Britney

I warned you. Now go get a bucket of warm soapy water and clean it up. Next time, just take my word for it.