There once were eight teams
With ambitions and dreams
Of competing for Super Bowl glory.
The boring teams won
And we didn’t have fun
And that’s today’s NFL story.
Tag Archives: Boring
Chatting With The “Mirror Selfie” Girls…
Sometimes I look in the mirror
And see myself staring at me,
And when I clean the glass it gets clearer
And I know it’s my face that I see
And I look at myself and think “Wow!
“That’s expected, and not very shocking!”
And that, my dear lady, is what I perceive
And thus space out when you start talking.
Filed under Poems
The Night Club
‘Twas deep in the evening,
Way the heck into night.
Unlit things were dark
And dark things weren’t light.
It was nothing like morning,
Like super late afternoon,
And she’s talked like this all evening
And I hope this date ends soon.
Filed under Poems
Sensi-Ball
I want to see a sport
Where forty normal guys
Cooperate athletically
To share a worthy prize.
No one would hit each other.
No feelings would be hurt.
They’d go home with clean jerseys
And their hands devoid of dirt.
No penalties are needed
For good sportsmanship prevails
And from such competition
Comes a host of happy tales.
Such sports would be refreshing
And a lovely change of pace
But for now I’ll stick with boxing
‘Cause I love some hand-to-face!
Filed under Poems
For The Non-Partiers
I’ve got a real shindig
For those wallflowers out there.
I’ve got seats in every corner
To sit silently and stare.
I’m not saying it’ll get crazy,
But heck, you never know!
All y’all are invited.
BYO H2O.
Filed under Poems
Not The Adventurous Sort
If I could be any animal
For just a single day
I would be a human
‘Cause right now my life’s ok.
Filed under Poems
The Daily Travesty 