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| Shroud over the Super Bowl In New Orleans the tensions get tauter As we near "the day Patriots fought here" But I have to concede S'more a bibical deed To be leading the Rams to the slaughter. But then nothing is conceded here; For the principal we hold most dear Is that, at the coin toss, There's a win and a loss; And for patriots it's been a bad year. Yet this battle will not be long-lived; And the most pleasure can be derived In avoiding, this year, Facing our greatest fear; And in knowing that all have survived. © 2002 The Limerick Savant |
| Light Verse As physicists like to observe, Space turns on itself in a curve Where energy, time, And matter all rhyme In one verse of incredible nerve. But who wrote the verse, you may wonder, And if by design or by blunder? Or is all of creation The simple gestation Of a "bang" that tore space-time asunder? In trying to answer this query, Even Albert Einstein grew weary. His final advice: "God doesn't play dice," But remember that is just a theory. And even the renowned Stephen Hawking, On the question of big bangs, is balking So if seeking the source, As a matter of course, You will find that the source isn't talking. For despite principal uncertainty As to how and why this all came to be; It makes perfect sense, 'Twas a light expense That created the required energy © 2002 The Limerick Savant |
| To Ann R. As your lover, I'd be tickled pink; But one thing that would cause me to shrink, Is if I heard you say, In your usual way, "Goodbye - you are the weakest link!" © 2002 The Limerick Savant |
| To Ann R. Redux Ann, you've been placed on the black, well, list. Now isn't that a fabulous twist; To have it expressed You are weakest dressed. "Harry Potter in drag," you've been diss'd © 2002 The Limerick Savant |
| To the Late Miss Lee Though known as a "Miss" not a "Miz," And a giant in the music biz Laying on your death bed Is it true that you said, My dear Peggy, "Is that all there is?"? © 2002 The Limerick Savant |
| New Millenium At our 21st Century’s birth, Your computer skills measure your worth. It’s Revenge of the Nerds Or put in other words, The geeks shall inherit the earth |
| Fellowship of the Ka-Ching The trilogy you thought they'd never make, Lord of the Rings, now has millions at stake Which they hope to re-earn Through fans' frequent return To the Hobbit that they just couldn't break. © 2002 The Limerick Savant |
| To Ann R. Redo Ann, I really do not wish to pry, But there's something you do with your eye. Is it simply a trick, Or a mere facial tic? It's, by far, the meekest wink! - Goodbye. © 2002 The Limerick Savant |
| An Olympic god named Apolo? Can he skate to the gold? I dunno. Of all of the names In all of the games, Will I be shouting this one? “Ohno!” |
| A Teaser Each nominee has their own backer. Of the four, there isn't a slacker. Is it Oscar or Grammy? Golden Globe? I'll be damned! The Winner is... an Animal Cracker! |
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| Danger! Danger, Will Robinson! Young Lance Bass, can we all now agree, Is ‘N-sync with his own galaxy? So why would he race To float out in space, When his band’s always been zero-G? Get the story |
| Colonoscopy for Dubbayu; Colon-ectomy for the Tribe, too. While the president slept, All the Cleveland fans wept, As we all took it up the Wahoo! Get the story |
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