Friday, December 30, 2016

Limerick Friday #418: Princess Leia Becomes One With The Force, Plus A New Hope Spurs The Dolphins



Small-boy crushes she gave
Especially when she was Jabba’s slave
She gave “Star Wars” it’s heart
And stole mine from the start
A princess who never needed to be saved

Finished the year right
Never gave up the fight
Pounded the Cheats
Knocked Vandy on its cleats
The Pack flexed promising might

This year had a bad soul
So many stars passed whole
Plus we elected a turd
And allowed racist voices to be heard
2016, you were a real asshole

Now the salt air beckons once more
The surf pounds with a welcome roar
The Outer Banks, a healing place
Before a new year we face
Dust off and gear up for more

I promise it’s not fake news
The Dolphins really didn’t lose
Made the playoffs, indeed
Nine out of ten did the deed
Can the J-Train light a postseason fuse?

Last time


Friday, December 23, 2016

Limerick Friday #417: “Westworld” Pays Off A Riveting First Season, Plus “Walking Dead” Sputters Into Midseason Hiatus



A riveting finale indeed
Planting a Season 2 seed
“Westworld” with frantic action
A good show gaining traction
Just what TV does need

A predicted tank almost worth a chuckle
To the luckiest-ever motherfuckle
He’s got a shamrock in his arse
While I’m headed straight to bars
Quit the league or just sigh and re-buckle?

After a promising start
“The Night Of” fell apart
Potential uncashed
High hopes dashed
A good show got a little too smart

Nailed down victory #9
The ‘Fins put it all on the line
Hammered the Jets again
For a must-have win
Could this be a playoffs sign?

Another throwaway epi this week
More depictions of a new world, bleak
“The Walking Dead” has been uneven at best
I’m waiting to be more impressed
Coherence and momentum I seek



Friday, December 02, 2016

Limerick Friday #416: A Satisfying, Argyle-Tinted Pummeling In Kenan, Plus The Scooters Try To Disenchant A Shamrock



 After mind-blowing defeats
The Pack again pounded the Cheats
Doeren mighta saved his job
And quieted a gathering mob
But can he put butts in seats?

A dictator suffered his last blow
Boy did that f’er last, though
Took him long enough, say the people
As they spit on a grave near a steeple
Good riddance to Fidel Castro

Six straight for the flying ‘Fins
Games have me on needles and pins
Football kinda fun once more
Intensity lies in store
As we chase the playoffs and wins

Instead of “Oh no, not again”
The Fins finding ways to win
While Doeren hears more boos
As State finds ways to lose
Here comes a Miami bandwagon
 
A 9-3 regular season
The playoffs are here for a reason
Didn’t want to face the commish
A horseshoe he often does polish
Let’s hope the Scooters top teasin’