Here's the contest!

Jerry Busse

Jerry Busse

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Andrew Pinchen has been pushing for a contest for you guys, so we thought that in order to celebrate our new moderator's excellent first week and beginning of a new era that we would take his suggestion and run with it. The prize will be a Busse Combat Basic #3, retail value = $150.00.

Jennifer thought that out of respect for Valentine's day we should have a contest where whoever writes the best "why I love my knife" story wins. I think that with the genius that I oft see displayed here at the Busse Combat forum that a simple story might be way too easy, and far too difficult to judge. So. . . . . here's the spin on her idea. . . . Whoever writes the wittiest, cleverest(is that a word?), or possibly the dumbest poem, limerick, or stupid short story, about their love for a Busse Knife will win. You can enter as many times as you'd like, but please keep one poem, limerick, or stupid short story per post.

The entire staff at Busse Combat will be judging the winner. So, please keep 'em clean since we have many young ladies on our staff. . . . Kinda rules out the old "There once was a man from Nantuckett" beginning doesn't it?

Here's an example:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like my Steel Heart E
Better than my Steel Heart 2


Good luck my friends,

Busse


[This message has been edited by Jerry Busse (edited 02-12-2001).]
 
There once was a knut named Busse,
who brewed up a steel called INFI.
He pulled out his hair in distress,
until giving birth to the Battle Mistress,
And Now? He's awarding a knife to me!

For I LOVE to slice up some fishes
and make delightful camp dishes.
But I need a new knife,
so I can cook for my Wife,
A Busse? In all my wishes!

My Frost bowie blade is surgical steel,
but it won't even chop, slash or peel!
I LOVE the outdoors
an ALL the knife chores
but I need a Busse knife, thats for real!

So please, have mercy on me,
I'm a decent guy, you see.
But I have crappy blades,
so before my life fades,
I'd LOVE a brand new Busse!

Poet's note: Although some details about my wife (actually she's just my girlfriend) and my outdoor habits (I rarely go fishing to catch some fish to clean, but I do wage war on low hanging branches!) aren't claimed to be 100% acurate, the surgical stainless bowie, and its poor ability to chop, slash or peel, are quite factual!

Thanks for the contest! I'd LOVE to win, 'cuz I don't have a Busse and I need to retire that bowie!

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"Come What May..."
 
There once was a man from Nantucket,
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Who owned a Busse, man did he love it,
He said with a grin,
As he sheathed it back in,
I have found none I can rank above it.

PS-how about the bolo contest?
 
I used to drive a bus
But now I own a Busse
So now I don't have to cuss
And with knives I'm a lot more fussy

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Hoodoo

I get some pleasure from finding a relentlessly peaceful use for a combative looking knife.
JKM
 
Save yourself the trouble...
Of searching through the rest...
Choose and stay with Busse...
And know you choose the best...

-From a hopeful member of the "Nucler Toughness" club.


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Fear is the mind killer
 
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who kept many a knives in a bucket
For why do you do this a great voice did wail
So there will be more when any one should fail
A bright light then flashed and a warm wind soon passed
With thunder and fire, he knew this day was his last
Trees were ablaze, and with cries all about
He could hear beautiful voices faintly throughout
He listened and saw in the distance with awe
An angel from Big Al's, in Peoria that is
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She was singing of strength, faith and spirit
Things he lived without, and now he could hear it
Why, why spare me, he yelled with great power
She sang of redemption and now was the hour
He hung his head in sorrow and looked to the ground
And to his amazement his bucket was there to be found
All shattered with pieces of stag, steel, and rubber
He found something else among all the clutter
A firey sphere in which was a knife
Only one left he spoke, with nothing but strife
He then reached out and took hold of the blade
And behold it was stout, and very well made
He then cleared his way through the fallen debris
He pried,lifted,stabbed and chopped to be free
He soon reached safe harbor though still felt alone
But then he realized the knife could build him a home
Many days passed, and through thick and thin
The blade was still sharp and did not give in
Each night in his dreams he yearned to awaken
So he could go hunt and then cook some bacon
He finally did eat, but before he consumed
His faith in one knife had finally resumed
He spoke to it, and thanked the gods for the nuclear blast
And how the knife reminded him of his wife, who had passed
It never surrenders, it never stops performing
But it is quiet and will never cause mourning
He gave it a name, no other than Busse
The name of his wife, who was always quite fussy
He spoke of a love only she had once known
But now belonged to the knife that now he does own.


 
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Alas, there are too many; it would take me many days.
But suffice it to say
That come what may,
My love for sweet INFI won't lead me astray.

Your shaving-sharp edge and your Heart made of Steel;
Your shapely grooved handle that my hand loves to feel;
Your thick black skin
And the strength within
Will ensure that my love will always be real.

You've proven your honer, from camp to the field
And you've proven your worth as the weapon I wield
So with me you'll ride
Kept close to my side
Until every last evil potato is peeled.

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OK, I guess that closing line was kinda silly...

How about the same poem with this ending:
'Til the fate of my enemies' has firmly been sealed.
 
Sticks and stones,
will break your bones,
but Busse knive's exite me!

Jerry,Jerry, he's the man,
If he can't make em,
No one can!

Why do Russians carry Busse blades and wear lead boxer shorts?

Chernobal-fallout!

LOL!
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"To strive to seek to find and not to yield"
Tennyson
Ranger motto

A few useful details on UK laws and some nice reviews!
http://members.aol.com/knivesuk/
Certified steel snob!
 
Why do Busse knives fill me with glee,
If you hold one you will see,
The handle grips fine,
The edge cuts a dime,
Its made like its only for me.
 
You ask why I love my Busse knife,
Its one I would trade for my wife,
Don't let her know,
Let her think its for show,
I'm afraid of losing my life.

 
Mr. Busse is a knife making man,
His knives are made with elan,
I love his sharp knives,
They're made to save lives,
He makes them as tough as he can.

What's the prize?
 
I love Busse's because they're nuclear tough,
To be used in the wild and rough,
It makes me smile,
To cut rope by the mile,
Busse knives show the right stuff.
 
Who loves the Busse brand,
Every woman, child, and man,
The knife is so good,
It can bring in the food,
Everyone should have one in the hand.
 
A Busse knife contest I did hear,
The prize, who knows, I don't care,
The knives are so great,
It would seal my fate,
To win any Busse gear.
 
Why do I like Busse knives you ask,
Its made to take on any task,
The knives are nuclear tough,
You can't abuse them enough,
Their quality you cannot mask.

[This message has been edited by Damon (edited 02-18-2001).]
 
Not a poem, but a push for you short sword guys:

Best
Unique
Short
Sword
Ever

Busse's
Ultimate
Short
Sword,
E-model

all spell BUSSE!

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Riley
Do it right,or not at all.
 
Battle Mistress, Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Nah, I'm gonna go out and use you.

pat (hoping to win)
 
There once was a knife knut named Gus, he
about all his knives was quite fussy,
He watched something called "PROOF"
Decided it was a spoof
As he hacked up a Trail Master with his Busse.

With apologies to all you English majors,
cj
s002cjs@yahoo.com
 
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