It's time for me to step up to the comendy plate again. I fell off the last two times, but my wounds have healed and I am ready to hear crickets again...
A poem for "teh cycle"-eve.
It was the night before Frischmas and all through the blogs
Not a pundit was posting, not even about dogs
The DHD-ers were huddled with shotglasses, one ounce
The promise of “teh crazy” making them ready to pounce
With BrendaK in a sockpuppet and Hawksp in a rant,
We all tried to look away, but we just can’t
When out in “you jean” there arouse such a clatter
OregonMuse was chosen to see what was the matter
South(west)paw was in a tizzy, OregonMuse reports
Dr. Deb says with Steven Colbert she wants to consort
To get his attention, “teh crazy” must be white hot
So out comes “teh vodka”, twenty-one shots
“Now Boo Kitty!”, “now Fatwa!”, “now BlizzardLane and Rabbit!”
“On JoeSchmo!”, “on Staci”, a TV spot’s open and I want to grab it!
Feed me some comedy; it’s time to get tough!
I can’t make the “Colbert Report” with my original stuff!
What happens next, nobody knows
We have to wait for what “teh cycle” throws.
Update: Pheeeeew! The world is sane again for another day.
Update II: If you have not read this comment thread, do yourself a favor and do so now. It's "teh crazy"-eve poetry slam!
Tell me something. Why is it that this motley crue had waaaaay more poetry talent that a certain PhD? Just sayin'