An Ode To Football

Ah, football!
The glorious sport.
Jocks and their straps,
And all that sort.

Satellite dish,
And 60 inch screens.
The mortgage to bookies,
The death of our dreams.

The dash for the 40,
The 30, the 10,
Dance in the end zone,
Then start it again.

The wife's in the kitchen,
To get some more beer.
Back she comes naked,
The better to cheer.

And now its forgotten,
The score and the game.
Till 9 o'clock Monday,
And more of the same.

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(Is ode French for smelly poem?)

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An Apology

I made a mistake. I was attempting satire in my previous posting about John Kerry but it was a botched attempt. Anyone with any understanding -- you know who I mean -- would know that my wording, and possibly my usage of words, were clearly to blame. I never meant any insult to liars and cowards and my comments were a botched attempt to denigrate Mr. Kerry. But not his office, which I deeply respect.

I do not want to become the issue or the focal point, as it were, in this very divisive campaign. It is more important that the message gets out. And I am willing to let that part remain a little vague because, since I now have all the media attention, that message, if there was one, would get lost anyway. It is therefore much better for the country and this campaign that I remove myself from an area where I should not have been in the first place and have all the media coverage follow me for the next several days than it would be for me to remain a distraction to the more important issues, whatever they are, back there with the candidates.

What I meant to say was: "John Kerry is a liar and a coward -- just ask John Kerry."

I hope this clears everything up . . . no, seriously . . . I, uh . . . I'm . . . um . . . I'm sorry.