Ukázka současné americké poezie.
Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
The Binch hated U.S.! the whole U.S. way!
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight
But I think that the most likely reason of all
But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
!" They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
The Binch stole some U planes in U morning hours,
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing....
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
He HADN'T stopped U-ville from singing! it sung!
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It's more than our enemies ever sould guess,