
The Not-Really-That-Epic Poem of Obamacles
(with Apologies to Homer)
Book the First: A question for the Muse
Speak to me, O Muse, of this resourceful man
who strides so boldly upon the golden shrine at Invescos,
Between Ionic plywood columns, to the kleig light altar.
Fair Obamacles, favored of the gods, ascends to Olympus
Amidst lusty tributes and the strumming lyres of Media;
Their mounted skyboxes echo with the singing of his name
While Olbermos and Mattheus in their greasy togas wrassle
For first honor of basking in their hero's reflected glory.
-- An excerpt of this soaring epic, this paragon of poesy by the immortaliowahawk:
Posted by Vanderleun at August 29, 2008 9:55 PM | TrackBackSome of Iowahawk's finest work. Epic.
Posted by: RKV at August 30, 2008 4:10 PMAmen.
Posted by: TmjUtah at August 30, 2008 6:05 PMPossibly the funniest, spot-on piece that IowaHawk has ever written.
And that's saying something...
Posted by: Yanni.Znaio at August 30, 2008 8:06 PMAll Hail Caesar Arugulus!
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