Saturday, April 10, 2010

Kilmer? I Hardly Know 'Er!

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as frisbee,

A sport with hucks thrown outside-in
find Steve, whose mark was fronting him,

A sport where swing cuts are divine
to get your handler off the line

A sport that I in summer play
A pick-up game most every day

Upon whose fun does not rely
On sunny days, e'en rain is fine.

Yes, poems may bring you fame and glamour,
But nothing ever beats a hammer.

3 comments:

Molly said...

I'm quite glad that you chose to make this funny, deep poetry is headache inducing...

Anonymous said...

very good, buddy. i was waitin.

guess who said...

I think that I will never see
a poem as funny as sammee