Monday, September 8, 2008

Poetry Corner: Chris Britton's In!

CHRIS BRITTON'S IN!

We have no hope;
They lead by twelve.
We surely cannot win.
This is game toast,
I’ll tell you why,
Out on the mound:
CHRIS BRITTON’S IN!

The party’s done,
The crowd has left,
It’s time to cap the beer.
I’m feeling sick,
I cannot breathe,
I’m going to heave:
CHRIS BRITTON’S HERE!

I’ve had enough.
Can’t take no more.
No reason and no rhyme.
Please put the gun,
Right to my head,
And blow it off,
CHRIS BRITTON TIME!

1 comment:

raven said...

This team sucks.
Chris Britton's here.
And Cash still has a job.
That's amazing.