Friday, September 21, 2007

Mets Haiku

Middle of the Ninth:

Lasting, sublime joy
Sun shines brightly, children laugh
Triple happiness

End of the Tenth:

Enveloped by rage
Darkness, pitch black ugliness
Foul, cockroach droppings


Open Bar said...

Why even go on?
Joy is fleeting, pain lingers
Won't you please kill me?

ChuckJerry said...

defeat is at hand
alas, I know you, my friend
thy name is Mota