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Poor abused iambs
Dear Red Sox Nation:
I love you. I am one of you. I intend to go on celebrating this year's World Series win as long as I can, and I hope you do too, in as many ways as you like.
However, for the love of all that is holy, stop writing shitty poetry about it.
I mean, this crap is like William McGonagall reborn. One thing I never dreamed when I got into the newspaper business (even in such a tangential manner as I am now) is how much lousy poetry is out there -- and how desperate we can sometimes get for filler material.
Maybe if I sleep with Beowulf under my pillow, some of the pain will ease.
I love you. I am one of you. I intend to go on celebrating this year's World Series win as long as I can, and I hope you do too, in as many ways as you like.
However, for the love of all that is holy, stop writing shitty poetry about it.
I mean, this crap is like William McGonagall reborn. One thing I never dreamed when I got into the newspaper business (even in such a tangential manner as I am now) is how much lousy poetry is out there -- and how desperate we can sometimes get for filler material.
Maybe if I sleep with Beowulf under my pillow, some of the pain will ease.
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Let's go find an abstinence-only teacher who writes bad poetry and vomit on him/her.
(I was on the phone w/da'rents when you called--did you get your pudding yet?)
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(Sorry to rant. Pet peeve and all ... a thousand pardons.)
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Even that idiot who writes about flopping barges is funny - even the Vogons are funny.
sigh. Tanya, they won't even scan.
I'm not sure that even rates as filler. Cannon fodder, maybe.