In Just Spring--an ode to sweeps (a poem)

All right--sweeps just give me a warm fuzzy feeling, even though they
seem to be starting a little early this year.  I was inspired to write
this and thought you guys would be the only ones who would care :p

--An Ode To Sweeps--

in Just--
spring when The X-Files are 
sweeps-luscious 
the little
grey-haired surferman

whistles       far      and wee

and ScullyandMulder come
running by 
chasing flukemen and 
aliens and it's
sweeps

when ATX is silly-wonderful

the clever tricksters 
create plots with
mytharcs    and     UST
and CancerManandSkinner come running through 

destroying evidence and lying through their teeth and

it's
spring
and 
      the
            grey-haired

creator       muses
far
and
wee



Punk M
Poet Laureate to X-Ville
with apologies to ee cummings
--
I live in the castle--
Never mind that girl behind the computer.
       --Just enjoying the irony--
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rmason@gladstone.uoregon.edu (Punk Maneuverability)