Monday, December 6, 2010

For Gino (an epic sonnet)

There once was a team from The Lake
Who'd constantly give me the fake.
They'd lose to the Lion
And then, loss defyin',
They'd go for one more score to make.


John said...

Nice poem, but it strikes me more of an Irishku (i.e. Limerick)

There once was a lass from Georgia
Who thought burgers were good for ya
The more that she ate
The inevitable her fate
She soon couldn’t fit through the foyer

I look forward to your next one.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Clearly I wasn't braining very well that day.

Gino said...

hey, 9-3 beats 8-4, any way you rhyme it.

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Good thing we're not playing a 12 game schedule anymore!