Open Job Lament

kirmlabs

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As I sat and watched the fire abate
I thought of adding kindle to the grate.
But first I needed promise of the fate
Of Tubby’s loyal troth to my home state.

To Gopherhole I went. I often do
When fretting over Goldy and his crew.
I knew its measured voice would calm the stew
And all my confidence would be renewed.

Alas, the Board was flushed with roil and shout
With tales of Tuscaloosa all about!
But not just crimson! Now we suffer doubt
That some conniving turtles will win out!

It must be true! The ‘Holers know the scoop –
They pierce the inner things of college hoops!
When one needs hope to fix one’s posture droop
The ‘Holers are your first responder group!

The know the ball rotation faults they see.
And scheduling critique! You must agree
That Tubby’s work is hardly the marquee.
They shouldn’t work inside! Go shoot the Three!

The ‘Holers worry that he will not stay
Since they just heard the rumor-of-the-day.
And after all, our winters suck, while they
Have so much nicer gym facilitays.

But don’t you people know We Like It Here!?
Despite our love of self-defeating fear!
Why can’t I just quit reading all this schmeer?
I think I’ll stoke the fire. And have a beer.
 

kirmlabs:

your last line describes some of us to a tee.
tho I don't have a fire to see.
I'll join you in your philosophy,
and have a Miller Lite with thee.

The end.
 




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