The overwhelming winner is ... Sulla's "Raven"!
Here is the winning piece
Once upon a browser dreary, while I burrowed, blitzed and bleary
Into many a faint and furious posting from some ill-begotten bore,
Suddenly there came an inkling, and I found my eyebrows wrinkling,
Like some Yorkie, softly tinkling on a cold, unpapered floor.
I clicked on a destination I had ne'er been to before;
Right-wing websites need me more.
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in my quest for tenure,
That had launched my trip to Ragnarok in nineteen ninety-four.
I've compiled a list of people - some are villains, some just sheeple -
Who derailed my lifetime gravy train; and that is why I'm poor.
I should be an honored scholar at that school in Eugene, OR.
But I don't teach there no more.
After seven years of drudging I broke camp and started trudging
To a governmental posting in the Beltway corridor
In my quest for veneration I gave cash from my foundation
To whoever kissed my butt the most for funding their new score
"It's for science!" they would cry as they would pucker up once more
Here's your check, chump; there's the door.
Honorable mention to Fatwa for "Scary little Frischmas"
Have yourself a scary little Frischmas
Let teh crazy flow
Boot your Dell
And then uncork a nice bordeaux
Have yourself a scary little Frischmas,
Post teh crazy verse.
From now on your troubles
Will be getting worse
There you blog up in Orrey Gun
Hope you're having fun, you loon
Threaten those whom you're snarking at
And keep barking at the moon.
Through the years, you've burned all of your bridges
And it's all YOUR fault
Tenure track positions you've blown; oy gevalt!
By threat'ning 2-year-olds with sexual assault.
Thanks to everyone for voting and posting the work!
Until next Frischmas Eve!
26 Comments:
Congrats to you both!
merry little frischmas - i like it, creeps!
reminds me of a song i wrong when i lived in tucson.
santa claus had a heat stroke
frosty's a puddle now
christmas in tucson's like that
you will never need a plow!
I gotta cop to ya, I like my frischmas song MUCH better than yours!
dr. deborah frisch
Well, all I can say is that post came from you jean. Its not the last reported IP, so speculate away...
Me, I think its one of the VBSers having a lark.
yeah, too many words are spelled correctly.
Does Ph.D. stand for "particularly heavy dosage"?
Because that's what I'd prescribe.
I know a great Mexican discount pharmacy that can get you a bulk rate on lithium. Helped me make it through the Clinton years without a single misdemeanor--
Oops! Sorry.
I question the timing.
I believe it's too late in the season for larks in the valley. Can you tell which IP is me? (I'm about to switch to a different location.)
Sinner, I'll tell you my IP if you tell me yours. ;-)
You got to hit the main page for me to see the info. This page (the comments) are not controlled by me so my nasty little spies can't see you...
;)
Congrats, Sulla! You absolutely deserved to win, demonstrating there is occasionally justice in this wacky universe.
But I'm seriously surprised by the honorable mention; thanks very much.
[Feigns sloppy inebriation]
Man...I really love you guysh.
Psst, Sinner...I'll leave that envelope for you just like we agreed, okay?
Maybe Dweebie snuck into the college library again.
Pretty soon there are going to be pictures of her up by cash registers and on telephone poles in Eugene. Like a lost dog notice:
Warning! Rabid Moonbat Alert!
Keep Away From Toddlers And Joos!
Wild Eyed With Projectile Spitting!
Do Not Attempt To Apprehend!
Contact Lane County Sherriff'S Dept.
ottavarima,
careful what you ask for. Deb tried to go to camp kablooie when she lived in washington.
unfortunately, before she could set off the frischmaker, she accidentally bumped into Cynthia McKinney.
She regained consciousness when it started raining. And teh fuse got soaked.
Then she saw a shiny object and got distracted for a few years.
Rabbit, wouldn't that be Animal Control rather than the Sheriff?
[Rimshot]
I'll be here all week...try the veal!
thanks, fatwa! I really liked your song too.
Frankly, everybody who got their poetic freak on did great. I like frischmas eve poetry slams.
And I'm very flattered y'all like my stuff.
I'm working on a country song for Deb now: "take your tongue out of my mouth, cuz I'm kissing you goodbye."
That, or "flattened armadillo on the freeway of love."
decisions, decisions.
Ha, you are right, Awtaf,er-Fatwa.
I just figured the sherriff 's dept. has such a history with her, they'd treat her nice. Let her hang her head out the window and bark when the wind hits her on the way to lock-up.
Sulla -
Howsabout "I'd Rather Have A Bottle In Front Of Me Than A Frontal Lobotomy"?
Rabbit - That caused a highly amusing mental image of our heroin®.
Sulla:
How about: "Your eyes told me yes, but your restraining order told me no"
LMAO joe!
Congrats guys!
OttavaRima
That's the name of a real song. It's probably on some Dr. Demento CD.
Congrats, Sulla and Fatwa!
And an excellent job as always to the poetry corner slammers.
Country song suggestions:
Still Miss You Baby, But My Aim's Gettin' Better
My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus
Did I Shave my Legs for This?
Here's A Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares)
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It's a cornucopia of Deb-worthy music out there.
And one more, perfect in form and function for the occasion:
You can Lock Me Up in Jail & Throw Away the Key, But You Can't Keep My Face from Breaking Out
(by Randy Scruggs of all people)
Hi, Brenda...and thanks!
It's pretty quiet tonight at Deb's.
Too quiet.
Those were new song titles to me. I've got a fairly long list of funny country song titles somewhere; I probably archived it off to a CD ROM years ago but didn't index it as, I don't find a listing for it in my system.
I can't remember any of the really good ones. Drat this creaky cerebellum of mine.
I cannot tell a lie - I googled to get a couple of them. Or all of them.
Unless you're lying about Googling for them.
Mmmm. Well. I, uh, know a few of the lyrics to Here's A Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares).
I was required to listen to it for a...a class. A contemporary philosophy class. Yea, that's the ticket.
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