I can't help noticing all the strange poetry that's suddenly popping up? Are we having a competition or something? If so, below is my entry. Hopefully, you will all enjoy it. John "Ode to the KLF": The vicar's son from Galloway And the man who drew the hobbits Both came together one fine day To make some shiny gobbets Of trance, and rave, and ambient too; Singing of ice cream vans, And wrapped it up in the Land of Mu, (To please their more mystic fans). The hits came fast and furious With money ready to burn And the music press were curious But were deflected at every turn Then another day came, this time not so fine When abruptly, the music ceased And KLF's fans all started to pine - "This pop group is definitely deceased"! There have been flickers since then - or ashes at least A brass band that play with such wit And now we have e-bay's great KLF feast And bootlegs that are probably shit We will never love others as much as the JAMs That's something I've realised of late. For their music, you see, (like most KLF fans) Will simply never, ever date (My new book "Twenty Seven Sonnets to Altern-8" is available through Kenpiln Burn Press and at: "groups.yahoo.com/group/highlandland")