Life is Good
By James Finn Garner
Winter’s been raw as a campout in Banff.
Your new basement walls are moldy and damp.
Your drapes caught fire from a knocked over lamp—
Relax!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your check-writing hand's developed a cramp,
Your bills are all due and you ain't got a stamp,
Creditors cling to your neck like a clamp—
Smile!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your yard now faces a new freeway ramp.
Your son’s engaged to a gold-digging tramp.
Your “guitar hero” neighbor’s just bought a new amp—
Life is good!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Courtesty of a great site, bardball.com
(Where the Yanks lead the AL East by 4 poems!)
By James Finn Garner
Winter’s been raw as a campout in Banff.
Your new basement walls are moldy and damp.
Your drapes caught fire from a knocked over lamp—
Relax!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your check-writing hand's developed a cramp,
Your bills are all due and you ain't got a stamp,
Creditors cling to your neck like a clamp—
Smile!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your yard now faces a new freeway ramp.
Your son’s engaged to a gold-digging tramp.
Your “guitar hero” neighbor’s just bought a new amp—
Life is good!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Courtesty of a great site, bardball.com
(Where the Yanks lead the AL East by 4 poems!)
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3 comments:
Ogden Nash would've figured out a rhyme for "Banff". I'm such a hack.
High of 70 degrees today in Tampa. 79 tomorrow. Life is good.
I would have gone for a rhyme with hippocamp, myself:
But I'm a bigger hack.
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