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On Sunday, I was delighted to watch my home team, the San Francisco Forty-Niners, defeat the Arizona Cardinals.
During the game, I composed the following piece to honor a marvelous young running back, #23— as he scored touchdown after touchdown.
With apologies to Mr Thomas Stearns Eliot…
McCaffrey’s a marvelous lad, we call him the “Yardage Wonder”;
he’s the man we need to gain a lead, and knock defense asunder!
He’s the bafflement of opposing teams; he makes ‘em all despair,
for …
whenever their prayer
has him caught in their snare,
McCaffrey’s not there!
His hips do swivel; the calves kick out!
There’s naught for foes but to groan & shout.
McCaffrey, McCaffrey, the 49ers’ twenty-three,
This lad who makes us all yell, “Whee!”
Our running back, McCaffrey!!
The legs are pumpin’, his sneaks are jumpin’!
There’s nothin’ to stop our wonderful boy.
The fans are rockin’ the seats and suites,
He’s the Stanford McCoy who’ll fill you with joy!
Oh, McCaffrey, McCaffrey, dear Christian McCaffrey,
he’s broken every physical norm, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of evasion make every sports fan stare.
But when you’re sure
he’s taken your lure,
McCaffrey’s not there!
Four TDS he scored today, causing no joy in Phoenix.
Their Cardinals must lose again; McCaffrey offers Kleenex
and Schadenfreude for their fans,
knowing that, when foes base their plans
on pigeonholing him to dim his flare…
McCaffrey’s not there!
~ OMK
Today’s Jumble haiku:
(Today’s Wordle provides the adjective that turns a primitive musical instrument into a cheerful medical device.
The poet recalls himself as a…)
“Woke, Cocky Lurker!”
Our merry kazoos
can cure colic, smoker’s cough,
and the weekly blues.
~ OMK
The British hiking group opens their healing forest bathing walk to all, even those who want to remain anonymous in the shadows (and not play an instrument).
Crike(y) Walk Lurk
Yes, we meet weekly.
Bring your colicky baby,
Your smoker and drunkard.
We start at the schoolyard,
But first visit the loo.
Bring your kazoo,
And we will make merry.
For info, send in a query.
"Cute Couple"
Every morning, like clockwork,
Kate used a kazoo
her sleeping husband to woo.
He often suffered from colic,
and she wanted to help him frolic.
When he was young he was a smoker,
but now he was more of a joker.
They took a weekly ride on their bike,
something they both did like.
So Kate's kazoo cheered him every day,
and woke him happy and ready to play.
Off to a dentist appointment this afternoon. Will try to check in with you all before supper, if possible.
Not feeling well enough last night to do any poems, but wanted to make special note of Keith's first poem today. I'm in no way a football fan, but i am a fan of TS Eliot, and that pastiche was brilliant!
Orijinz
With a mobile, you can drum one up in a flash.
Kangaroos, collectively, have one for a bash.
Wordle 835 4/6
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SMILE, Misty! And Good Luck with your dentist today!
I see your Katie and her hubby enjoy riding bikes together.
And Kate (at least) enjoys that kazoo. She uses it in hopes he too will frolic, as it obviously has her "happy and ready to play" when she wakes him!
I wonder how he feels, hearing that raspy noise from his cheery, upbeat pre-awakening Kate. (I am sure he is gladdened not to miss her waking moments.)
Your hikers, CEh, are in the tradition of quirky Brits, embracing nature and nature's merry-makers.
No matter how committed they may have been to the illnesses and vices of urban life, they are clearly welcomed to the healing environs of the forest.
Oh, It is good to know kazoos are not required!
(And, who knows, Robin Hood may need a few more enablers...)
~ OMK
Thank you, Owen! Much appreciated, kind sir!
And while I am posting, please note a correction.
In the 3rd line of the 4th stanza, "everyone" should replace "every sports fan."
For the rhythm.
~ OMK
Oh my! What a marvelous collection of offerings today.
OMK- I echo Owen in awe of your Sunday football composition (even if I don’t have a clue about your team and those players.
Then I got my morning smile from your Woke, Cocky Lurker (great title).
That kazoo word gave us all sorts of ridiculous possibilities, but Misty gave me the biggest chuckle thinking of Kate waking her husband (to woo him no less) with that horrible kazoo sound. But who am I to disparage her attempts, since it appears that her husband’s colic was cured and he awakes “happy and ready to play”. Oh, I am still laughing. Perhaps I will get a kazoo and see what effect it has on my DH!
Owen- hope you feel better today. Thanks for checking in here.
I did the O in 47 seconds, as I had to think about it even with your clue. I had forgotten that other name for a troop or court of kangaroos.
Ol' Man Keith, an amazing McCaffrey poem--sharp, complex, caring, a total delight--many thanks for this gift.
CanadianEh!, hope those guys all use the loo before your event--well, except that colicky baby. He's gonna need more than one diaper-change, I suspect.
Owen, so sorry you're not feeling well today. But so glad you checked in with us to let us know. Take good care of yourself, and hope we see you back tomorrow.
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