This is all kinds of mean and nasty. However, given how mean, nasty, superior in their fabricated ignorance, and generally viciously fuckwitted professional homeopathy shills are, I am not even going to try to feel bad about it. It was inspired by the claims of one John Benneth, he of the clathrates and homeopathic ‘gay cure’, to be into poetry and haiku. This from a guy who can barely string a coherent thought together, thereby eliminating any lingering hope anyone might have of his being the new James Joyce, in spite of his writing reading more like extracts from Finnegan’s Wake than anything else.
We thought, to be honest, that limericks were more his level.
There was an old loony called Benneth
Homeopath, and an absolute menneth.
With delight, he grandly
Threw smears at James Randi
For of sense he had not a penn’orth.
Feel free to add your own in the comments. The silly season has almost arrived and it’s open season for quackery. Don’t feel obliged to restrict yourselves to Benneth: there are plenty of deserving targets out there. Pillory your favourite quack in verse form!
PS I’m talking limericks, sonnets, haiku, etc. Full epic sagas would be a bit much, although one might make a good guest post.