How I Met U2’s Bono: In Poem Form
Before Christmas, I had a wonderful experience. I met the world famous rock-and-roll/God-in-human-form…Bono from U2. For those of you who are unaware who he is, you can check out his video on youtube here.
He is unmistakably one of the most famous and sought after singer in the world. People lavish over his insightful lyrics and find inspiration through his statements. He reaches out to those in third-world countries by donating to charities and getting people involved in our world’s problems. Many like to think of him as perfect and everyone knows him to have some very powerful political people, actors, and entrepreneurs treat him as a superior…even though he is just a singer from little old Dublin, Ireland. Instead of telling you in detail what went on in our meeting…I thought I would tell you exactly how it happened in a festive poem I wrote:
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the bar,
Not an Irishman was drinking, from near nor from far;
The Guinness mugs were raised by sausage hands with care,
That hopes of dear Bono from U2 would be there;
The young lads were nestled on high-chairs throughout,
While drinking small bottles of Jameson and Murphy’s Irish Stout;
And my roommate in his Celtic’s scarf, and I in my leggings,
Had just sat down and avoided all the homeless beggings;
When out on Temple Bar, there arose such a clatter,
I leaped from the stool to see
what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew as fast as I could,
Knocked over an old man, who knocked over some wood.
The haze of the night gave an eerie glow,
Which made tourists stop to look at the show;
When, what to my drunken eyes should go on,
But a miniture sports car, and eight tiny lephraucan.
With a little middle aged driver so cool and sunglasses so blue,
I knew it that second it must be Bono from U2.
More rapid than seagulls his minions they came,
He whispered and sang and called them by name.
“Now, Obama! Bill Gates! now, Clinton One and two!
On, Jesus! On, Castro! On, Powell and Bush..yes, you’ll do!
On top of the keg barrels! Jump over the wall!
Now spread the joy of the world, spread the love to all!
As the songs that were sung by fans from before,
Came the whispers of political power straight from the door.
So in from the threshould the minions they flew,
With pockets full of petitions, and the other guys from U2.
And then, in an instant, I heard in the room,
The laughter and double-speak of the minions of doom.
As I drew in my Guinness, weary of what else lurks,
Down the chimney Bono came with fireworks!
He was dressed in Armani black, with burnt umber shoes for the masses,
Away to the window I flew as fast as I could,
Knocked over an old man, who knocked over some wood.
The haze of the night gave an eerie glow,
Which made tourists stop to look at the show;
When, what to my drunken eyes should go on,
But a miniture sports car, and eight tiny lephraucan.
With a little middle aged driver so cool and sunglasses so blue,
I knew it that second it must be Bono from U2.
More rapid than seagulls his minions they came,
He whispered and sang and called them by name.
“Now, Obama! Bill Gates! now, Clinton One and two!
On, Jesus! On, Castro! On, Powell and Bush..yes, you’ll do!
On top of the keg barrels! Jump over the wall!
Now spread the joy of the world, spread the love to all!
As the songs that were sung by fans from before,
Came the whispers of political power straight from the door.
So in from the threshould the minions they flew,
With pockets full of petitions, and the other guys from U2.
And then, in an instant, I heard in the room,
The laughter and double-speak of the minions of doom.
As I drew in my Guinness, weary of what else lurks,
Down the chimney Bono came with fireworks!
He was dressed in Armani black, with burnt umber shoes for the masses,
And the glint of God’s eyes behind his blue-colored sunglasses.
A bundle of presents he had brought from his abode,
He looked like his Irish ancestors when they build the railroad.
His eyes, how they sparkled! His earring, how it gleamed,
His hair was cut short, almost going bald it seemed.
The smile on his face was almost like magic,
And the scruff on his chin was intergalactic.
Smoking cigars of gold and the smoke it did seem,
Were only fluttering fairies from out of a dream.
He had a heavenly face and fingers of power,
That made world peace decisions in every world peacing hour.
He was thin and short, a typical Irishman,
A bundle of presents he had brought from his abode,
He looked like his Irish ancestors when they build the railroad.
His eyes, how they sparkled! His earring, how it gleamed,
His hair was cut short, almost going bald it seemed.
The smile on his face was almost like magic,
And the scruff on his chin was intergalactic.
Smoking cigars of gold and the smoke it did seem,
Were only fluttering fairies from out of a dream.
He had a heavenly face and fingers of power,
That made world peace decisions in every world peacing hour.
He was thin and short, a typical Irishman,
And I laughed when I saw him, which wasn’t the plan.
A point of his finger and a clearing of his throat,
Soon let me know there was a song to be wrote.
But he spoke not a lyric, just reached in his pocket,
And pulled out a cross, with a B in the socket.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a huff, up the chimney he rose.
He dashed in his sports car, and gave to his minions a whistle,
And away they all flew like Mighty Mouse, like a missile.
But I heard him exclaim in that soft, God-like voice of his,
“It’s a Beautiful Day, and that’s all it is!”
A point of his finger and a clearing of his throat,
Soon let me know there was a song to be wrote.
But he spoke not a lyric, just reached in his pocket,
And pulled out a cross, with a B in the socket.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a huff, up the chimney he rose.
He dashed in his sports car, and gave to his minions a whistle,
And away they all flew like Mighty Mouse, like a missile.
But I heard him exclaim in that soft, God-like voice of his,
“It’s a Beautiful Day, and that’s all it is!”
Can you BELIEVE that? Let me tell you…it was WEIRD. Totally unexpected.
But hey, this is the typical magical stuff the happens in the Land of the Ire. Should have gotten a picture.
Kaeli
December 30, 2008thats the coolest thing ive heard in forever.