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.

4 comments:

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!