2.22.08

Limericks...

I realized that I've never used my negligible Irish background to write limericks about current events.

So why not?

Ode to Calvin...

Sampson was Indy Coach,
The rules of the college he'd broach.
He called high school kids,
Watched live not on vids.
Has the character of a cockroach.


Ode to Castro...

Fidel was Cuba's dictator,
JFK stopped him as a trader.
Castro's beard it went gray,
Fewer opinions he'd sway.
And the Commie said "Peace, see ya later."

Ode to the Market...

Oh the NASDAQ and Dow's bumpy ride!
When the dot-coms went bust how we cried.
The commodities soar,
And real estate hits the floor,
My 401k just rolled over and died.

Ode to Terrible Sports Broadcasters...

You tell us who wins the game's prize,
When we can't see the score with our eyes.
For insights, your skills are picked,
But you always make me so ticked,
When you say things like, "YOU CAN'T TEACH SIZE!"

Ode to the Diesel...

Shaq is the king of the slam,
He's old, but he still gives a damn.
Shaq could get his fifth ring,
Make a short Canuck sing.
But still be the star of Kazaam.

Ode to the Academy...

The Oscars are two days away,
And interest invokes shades of gray.
The films weren't big money,
Though I hear Juno's funny.
But I'm rooting for ole' Daniel Day.

Ode to Willingham...

It's disdain for you that makes me write,
Your record it inspires fright.
You shouldn't have been hired,
I can't believe you weren't fired.
Being nice don't make you right.

Ode to the Pastime...

Baseball is here for the year,
Where there's sunshine, the players are near.
The Mets' staff is loaded,
The Tigers' bats bloated.
But "STEROIDS" is all we can hear.

Ode to Britney

Papparazzi: they swarm like pirhanna,
Yet she still does whatever she wanna.
Though her kids went away,
I'm still here to say,
She's one comeback from being Madonna.

Ode to the Enemy...

Another tourney trip for Gonzaga,
Though I tried to infect them with plague-a.
In the first round their hopes will die,
But "David" their fans will cry,
Though Few is Goliath of all fag-a.

Ode to a Confusing Trade...

Lebron needed players to lead,
So the Sonics' cap-room they freed.
The Bulls finally got rid of Ben,
He, Wally help Bron Bron win?
Three years ago I would have agreed.

Ode to my Blackberry Curve...

Oh! Your face how it glowed,
As pics and mail I load.
People reach me all day,
As I type and I sway,
And I drive my car off the road.

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