Oh, the skies were filled with rain
would Max show to meet his pain
Mav doubted Max would meet his fate
but it turned out he was just late
the sky was dark, the air was wet
yet on the court opponents met
2 matches played no less no more
the scores 6-1, 6-4 and 6-4, 6-4
and somewhere in Mudville a child cries
forced to watch another season of She Spies
there’s no joy in Mudville for poor or rich
because mighty Maverick is Max’s bitch…
*sigh*
snif…that was beautiful
yeah… its really sad… because of you, somewhere in Mudville a father is being forced to tell little johnny that as scary as it is, sometimes the bad guys just win…
somewhere else, shane, cassie, and d.d., are saying, “Oh max! Our hero!”
and in homes across america people are smashing their TVs and taking up reading…
you realize, had to win for fear that you might make him touch your feet if he were your bitch. luckily for you, being Max’s bitch is unlikely to entail much of anything.
Hey, did you change “adversaries” to “opponents?”
Why not “advers’ries”? It’s more miltonian, i think…
yeah I did…. you really think adversaries is better? it sounded awkward… just bad meter or something… not that I was trying that hard for the rest of the poem…. I guess I could switch it back
adversaries has awkward meter…advers’ries doesn’t
no…. that’s just pretentious…
oh. yeah, i guess you wouldn’t want to be pretentious.
Ok, I’ve only seen one episode of She Spies, and granted it was late and I was sleep deprived, but I was greatly amused by it.
dude… you just lost like 27 cool points…
I don’t need to take that from Max’s bitch.
Don’t make me make you have to come over here…
I don’t need to take that from Max’s bitch.
dude… ouch…
No joy in Mudville.
None.
I bet She Spies was moved to an even moe obscure time slot there.
Did you read my poem? 😉
lovely… I feel all empowered and man-hating now…
LOL
And does your secret area sting from your glistening secret bristle?
(I love making fun of “womyn” and especially their poetry)