More Pats Poetry

[PatsFanInVa]

April, 2007

Young poets write of true love's kiss,
And older ones of ripe love's bliss;

Heroic acts urge war-like lines,
While drunks write odes to hops and vines;

The maudlin soul entreats with death;
The sick man's pen begs one more breath;

But great affairs (and even small)
Don't enter in my thoughts at all.

For just today, amidst The Draft,
my breath was stopped, my saneness halfed,

My palms went moist, my eyesight troubled,
my speech undone, my heart-rate doubled;

All life became a static hiss -
For what are life's cares, next to this?

For death could come for me tonight,
and take me - smiling! - with no fight.

And on my stone, these words emboss:
The Patriots got Randy Moss!

 

[maverick4]

did you write that? well done

 

[spacecrime]

There once was a man name of Moss
Who got tired of loss after loss
His team it did suck
But he had the luck
To start catching balls Brady would toss

 

[maverick4]

Randy not happy
Wants to win a Superbowl
Touchdown! Brady-Moss

- Maverick4

 

[JoePats]

Great job VA.

 

[PatsFanInVa]

thanks guys, yes, that's mine, but I have to say, haiku, Mav?!?

Who woulda guessed we could properly execute a haiku on Patsfans?

Well done back.