Haikus are the minor leagues boys, let's see you come out with a few Limericks to impress that gals.
There once was a farmer from Marquette,
Who ate six bushels of clarinet,
It soon came to pass,
He was covered with gas,
And he couldn't sit down for the cigarette!
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who had an organ so long he could...
There once was a school 90 miles west
Who thinks their coach wears an S on his chest
Like a weasel, he looks
He sometimes recruits crooks
And have others that cant pass a test
There once was a kid from marquette
who decided one day he would quit
he thought he was lebron
but now looks like a clown
and his prospects are looking like sh*t.
There was once a jackass named Tim
Who thought he had a meal ticket for a kid
but buzz called his bluff
so he ran off in a huff
and that cash cow is looking quite slim
I prefer sonnets.
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
-Yeats
sexy sonnets.
Quote from: indeelaw90 on December 17, 2009, 01:34:07 PM
There once was a school 90 miles west
Who thinks their coach wears an S on his chest
Like a weasel, he looks
He sometimes recruits crooks
And have others that cant pass a test
I'm in love with your poetry...well done.
Quote from: MUunderpants on December 17, 2009, 01:37:54 PM
There once was a kid from marquette
who decided one day he would quit
he thought he was lebron
but now looks like a clown
and his prospects are looking like sh*t.
There was once a jackass named Tim
Who thought he had a meal ticket for a kid
but buzz called his bluff
so he ran off in a huff
and that cash cow is looking quite slim
Damn fine! ;D
Maymons might make good media
but boasts burst the bubble
now nothing but NAIA
cute coeds can't compete with dad's colorful cardigans.
Shout out to alliteration!
There once was a boy named Maymon
Who thought he really had his game on
He went to Marquette
Things got tough, so he said "Fark it"
And Buzz didn't miss him when he got gone.
Quote from: ChicosBailBonds on December 17, 2009, 12:42:15 PM
Haikus are the minor leagues boys, let's see you come out with a few Limericks to impress that gals.
There once was a farmer from Marquette,
Who ate six bushels of clarinet,
It soon came to pass,
He was covered with gas,
And he couldn't sit down for the cigarette!
In high school his head got quite big
Racking up stats like a pig
To Marquette he came
Now he's leaving in shame
And his teammates won't care worth a fig.
A fine father he has turned out to be
Lessons of life are his one legacy
When you don't like the fit
Just yell out "I QUIT!"
Tim's gravy train just hit a tree.
A meddlesome Father named Tim
Thought his son was the best in the gym
He champed at the bit
Til the kid up and quit
And left his teamates on a whim
The team nicknamed "Badgers" has many fans
Clueless, they don't eat with utensils, but with hands
Of basketball they know the least
Especially when Vander went to the Big East
They showed they're nothing but talking mammary glands
Young Chicos had thousands of posts
As an expert on all he would boast
That he loved his boy Tommy
More than all his Alma Mommies
He's so lonely out on the left coast
Quote from: Lennys Tap on December 17, 2009, 02:41:07 PM
Young Chicos had thousands of posts
As an expert on all he would boast
That he loved his boy Tommy
More than all his Alma Mommies
He's so lonely out on the left coast
My "lonely" family and I are looking forward to the holidays....may your 2010 be prosperous and joyful. Merry Christmas AH. Tis the season
Quote from: ChicosBailBonds on December 17, 2009, 02:44:06 PM
My "lonely" family and I are looking forward to the holidays....may your 2010 be prosperous and joyful. Merry Christmas AH. Tis the season
All the best to you and yours. Merry Christmas and a happy and healthy 2010.
So much better than haikus!
While he only averaged two buckets
His Dad told Buzz, he could suck it
He went home to cry
We all waved good bye
and wished him good luck in Division II (read I I )
With Maymon shown the door
Which leaves practice five on four
This group plays only nine with Schollies
Alas our season may end in Follies
At least the Bradley beer is cold
And there is this truth I am told
That with enough tappin
Season memories did not happen
There one was a team quite snake-bitten,
Minus 2 guards and a center; their teeth grittin'
So they all raised their games,
'Til the polls knew their names,
And with them Dick Vitale became smitten.
There once was a dad without reason,
who said to Marquette "Us? You're not pleasin'"
"My son plays a lot more
or we both walk out that door,"
as it smacked them, he said "We're just teasin' "!
he took the day off to go flyin
the maymons meanwhile were out cryin
then chico it seems
highjacked the poetry scene
with limericks about bo ryan
the vols have their hostitutes
who've been know to play the skin flutes
young men are entranced
to try the big dance
with the fat man in the orange suit
TM thinks his son will go pro
at which point he'll rake in the dough
now with what i am about to say
this post might be deleted anyway
But TM clearly does way too much blow
big tim said his son's fame must grow
now jmay has nowhere to go
the father it seems
has ridiculous dreams
fueled by playing in the snow
There once was a young man named Blue
who was looking at UW
but he came to his senses
shook off all pretenses
and now Bo is stuck singing the blues.
There once was a man named Buzz
whose cranium lacked the traces of fuzz
When along came Tim Maymon
And said "He's my son, play him."
But knew what he was doing, Buzz was.
There once was a man named DiUlio
Whose rise to fame coincided with Coolio's.
Can't offend Indians
Golden Eagles are in!
But everyone else thought that he was a foolio.
Tim Maymon it's said was a knob
But thought that his son would be robbed
Of his vaulable PT
A crime that only Tim could see
Buzz doesn't need help doing his job.
Life sucks now, but won't it be grander,
once we get our new on-court commander?
Be patient, my friends,
we'll be good once again
Next year with Cadougan and Vander