A Bit of Doggerel.

[Torus34]

Go, Jets!

Last night I watched the football game.
Our local team played well.
They won the game in overtime.
The snacks I ate were swell.

But now we have week 2 ahead.
The Jets will have it rough.
The team they’ll play is hard to beat.
They’d best be up to snuff.

I’m ready, though, in any case.
Win, lose, or draw, I’m fine.
My snack supply is all laid in.
It serves as my lifeline.

So onward, Jets! Go give ‘em heck.
No matter win or lose.
I’m ready for both good and bad.
I’ve snacks . . . and lot’s of booze.

Regards 2 all. j

 

[Innocenti]

Well thank you for your poetry
Alas the day it saves.
Happily, you did harm not a tree.
For it was sent in electro magnetic waves.

You like to write about your snacks.
And I'm glad you can enjoy.
For in the back of your pants they pack.
And your waistline they'll destroy.

On to next week I sing my ballad
about your but that fills a ballast.
It wouldn't hurt to eat a salad,
and let's beat the snot out of Dallas.

 

[Torus34]

Well thank you for your poetry
Alas the day it saves.
Happily, you did harm not a tree.
For it was sent in electro magnetic waves.

You like to write about your snacks.
And I'm glad you can enjoy.
For in the back of your pants they pack.
And your waistline they'll destroy.

On to next week I sing my ballad
about your but that fills a ballast.
It wouldn't hurt to eat a salad,
and let's beat the snot out of Dallas.

Touche, Dear Sir! Touche!

I do admit to having little need for a chair cushion. ;-)

And thank you for taking time to reply in verse.

Regards, best wishes to you and yours . . . and Gang Green, too.

j