Cheers and Jeers: Your Monday Morning Playground
Mon Feb 06, 2006 at 06:53:58 AM PDT
Here it is, Monday morning again, the coffee is warm, the air outside is cold - as though it were actually winter here in the Northeast - and I didn't put together a Monday morning playground again. So, now I sit in my office at work, wondering what to write, just to open the doors to the playground.
My humble Cheers and Jeers will appear below the fold....Swooosh....boing!
Disclaimer: the white trash poet's Cheers and Jeers are in no way related to the works of Bill in Portland, Maine...I mean apart from the obvious format swipe, the use of the terms "Cheers" and "Jeers", but that is about it...oh, and the fact that I type this while wearing my custom made Bill in Portland, Maine mask...which is strictly a comfort thing.
Cheers to Bill, Michael, all the Bobs and Bobettes and all the Irregulars, both old and new.
Cheers to the next round of Yearly Kos auctions. Now is your chance to bid on a Cindy Sheehan speaking engagement, a rant by Hunter, a signed book by Markos, some very nice jewelry and a whole slew of other great items, and it is all for a good cause. Oh, there is a painting by some schmoe in there that you might want to take a look at - and no, I don't mean the one by Boran2 (which is very good as well)....
Cheers to being ahead of schedule. My goal for 2006 was to write 365 poems, one per day. As of last night, I have written 51 poems, in 36 days.
Cheers to the friends who popped up after my calling them out on Friday's C&J. It was nice to hear from some old timers again...
Cheers to that football game that was on last night. I didn't watch it, but I will try to give some commentary here anyway.:
Jeers to the refs. They blew that call for the (fill in team name here) in the (fill in quarter) when they (fill in questionable call).
Cheers to (fill in player's name) for winning the MVP award. What a great performance. His (fill in achievements) were amazing.
Jeers to (fill in player's name) for his (fill in mental mistakes). He clearly cost (fill in losing team's name) the game.
Jeers to the ad for (fill in product name here), could that one have been any more stupid?
Cheers to the ad for (fill in product name here), it was freakin' hilarious!
Cheers/Jeers to doing my civic duty. I have to show up for jury duty tomorrow. The jeer is for the timing. Things could not be more hectic at work right now and missing an extended amount of time is just not going to work...
Cheers to the birthday boys, Babe Ruth (1895) and Bob Marley (1945).
I piss on your grave birthday Jeers to Ronald Reagan, who was born on this date in 1911.
Cheers to Super Bowl inspired poetry...
super bowl Sunday
as a kid, I was never one
for football, more of a baseball
kind of guy,
on the big game Sunday,
the neighborhood dads
would gather at my best friend's house,
we were invited to watch
the first half,
but had to vacate at
half-time,
in those first hours of game,
my buddy and I would
scout for half empty,
tepid stale cans of old Mil,
sneaking sips whenever possible,
when half-time came,
we were rushed out of the house,
for the dads had a different
kind of half-time entertainment
lined up,
we would play half-drunk
games of backyard ball,
pummeling each other,
feeling no pain,
not knowing what we
were missing out on inside,
that is, until my buddy stumbled
upon the bounty on the kitchen
counter the Monday following
the game,
there stood a stack of
rented porno flicks,
three or four deep,
of course, we checked out much
of each film, exposed
to a whole new world of
raunchy filthy fun,
the dad came home and
returned the films,
never knowing of our
late afternoon film fest,
and we never looked
at super bowl Sunday
the same way
again...
Darrell J. Gahm
February 5, 2006
Well, that is all I got today. Playground is open, what are you cheering and jeering today?
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