1130

1130
35-14! ‘Nuff said!

The UCLA Bruins
Left the Trojans in ruins
Scores from Vanderdoes and Jack
Started the Bruin attack
Brett Hundley ran in two more
Then Perkins added a score
Jim Mora is 2-for-2
Congrats to the boys in blue
UCLA keeps the bell
U$c can go to hell

1129

1129
Hail to the hills of Westwood

I love Joe Bruin, so of course
I don’t like Tommy or his horse
Another thing I just can’t stand
I really hate the Trojan band
The goose stepping and sunglasses
Make them look like total asses
Fight On and Conquest get so old
The best band wears the blue and gold

1128

1128
Chappy Chanukah too

Turkey, Cranberries
And all the yams you can eat
Happy Thanksgiving!

1127

1127
Where was the horse?!?

There once was a Trojan named Tommy
Who had a weird thing for his mommy
They played hide and seek
At least twice a week
And what they hid was his salami

1126

1126
Burn Tommy burn

The Bruins of UCLA
Are gearing up for Saturday
The Trojans are their greatest foe
They hate each other even though
They might be sister or brother
Or live next door to each other
So they build a giant tower
That will make the Trojans cower
Then they will set it on fire
And make the Trojans perspire
When the Bruins win on game day
They’ll be the best team in LA

1125

1125
Beat the brain $urgeons

The once was a boy from U$C
Who wasn’t as bright as you or me
But son of a bitch
His parents were rich
So he still got a master’s degree

1124

1124
Fuck $¢

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Fuck SC
By Anonymous

1123

1123
Let’s spend 5000 more

Took a walk around the park
Got home before it was dark
Chowed down on tasty tri-tip
Then some egg nog we did sip
Just another Saturday
That we spent in our own way

1122

1122
The end of Camelot

It was 50 years ago today
John F. Kennedy was on his way
Through Dealey Plaza in the Big D
When he was shot with John Connally
Whether Oswald was the one to blame
The country has never been the same

1121

1121
Popemobile Mark III

The Mazda CX-5
Is the cool car I drive
It has the smell of new
And of course it is blue

1120

1120
I’m the poetry czar

This might sound bizarre
I got a new car
Gonna drive real far
To the nudie bar
Where I play guitar
And act like a star

1119

1119
My kangaroo is also blue

The sky is blue
My car is too
And so’s my shoe
You know it’s true

1118

1118
He smoked all he could a Ford

There once was a man from Toronto
Who ruled the town as their head honcho
When stripped of power
He did not cower
He smoked crack cocaine muy pronto

1117

1117
I’m over being sober

A Drunken Man’s Praise Of Sobriety
By William Butler Yeats

Come swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.

Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk.

1116

1116
They have no common sense

They’re not just stupid, they’re dense
So full of incompetence
There’s no end to their nonsense
Their existence makes me tense

1115

1115
Thanks Keith & Mick

You might not fulfill every wish
You can’t partake from every dish
You might not get to do that jaunt
You can’t always get what you want
If you keep the prize in your sight
There’s a chance it’ll turn out right
Even if your plans don’t succeed
You might find you get what you need

1114

1114
Pucker up!

I want you to listen to this
When you’re not here, I reminisce
Of moments when I get to kiss
Your lips that bring me so much bliss

1113

1113
Heated haiku

Summer turned to Fall
Then Winter and Spring were skipped
We’re back in Summer

1112

1112
11/12/13 @ 14:15:16

Eleven twelve thirteen
Fourteen fifteen sixteen
What did you think to do
At a quarter past two?

1111

1111
Peace man

Today is for those who have served
The praise they receive is deserved
While cheers are good, we should do more
Let’s honor them by ending war

1110

1110
Walk me out in the morning dew

There Will Come Soft Rains
By Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools, singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

1109

1109
One ring to rule them all

There’s something special ’bout a ring
They’re more than a symbolic thing
You give one to say “I love you”
You get one, and you say “I do”
It can bestow mighty powers
A gold band changes mine to ours
A wedding ring proves nothing more
Than you’re with the one you adore

1108

1108
Cruisin for a bruisin

There’s more insanity from Tom Cruise?
It’s nothing but crazy that he spews
He claims his job as a leading man
Is like fighting in Afghanistan
It’s well past time we forgot this slouch
Whose best role was jumping on a couch

1107

1107
I just call out your name

When I’m wearing a frown
You turn it upside down
If I feel sad or blue
You’re the one I turn to
If my spirits are low
It’s to you that I go
Upon you I depend
You’re my forever friend

1106

1106
This is idle prattle

There once was a man from Seattle
Who knew something but didn’t tattle
His neighbor next door
Was wild for wild boar
And loved to get cozy with cattle

1105

1105
Highly colorful haiku

Vines have turned orange
The monarchs are back again
This is our autumn

1104

1104
I’d rather be a LOL’er

I met a jerk who was smaller
He asked if I was a baller
So I grabbed him by the collar
He began to shout and holler
I’m not usually a brawler
I would say I am a scholar
But I almost was a mauler
‘Cause this douchebag was a trawler
Like a troll living in squalor
Not a man, more like a crawler
Who begs his mom for a dollar
It turned out he was the bawler

1103

1103
Howard Phillips <3 Craft

Hallowe’en in a Suburb
By H. P. Lovecraft

The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset’s gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

A chill wind weaves thro’ the rows of sheaves
In the meadows that shimmer pale,
And comes to twine where the headstones shine
And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.

Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral pow’r
Spreads sleep o’er the cosmic throne
And looses the vast unknown.

So here again stretch the vale and plain
That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
Sprung out of the tomb’s black maw
To shake all the world with awe.

And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,
The ugliness and the pest
Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,
Shall some day be with the rest,
And brood with the shades unblest.

Then wild in the dark let the lemurs bark,
And the leprous spires ascend;
For new and old alike in the fold
Of horror and death are penn’d,
For the hounds of Time to rend.

1102

1102
16 + 56 candles

Happy birthday to my dad
He’s the best I’ve ever had
Wouldn’t want another one
‘Cause he is a lot of fun

1101

1101
Reese’s pumpkin hangover

Dia De Los Muertos – Day of the Dead
Is symbolized by a skeletal head
It’s a time for family and reflection
After a night of too much confection