Muble Herder stumbles across a Swedish dialect poem about railroad magnate James J. Hill: got little faller har / Name ban Yem / Das whole railroad over dar / Blong to him.
Maybe it’s time to use this inspiration to write a few poems to more recent notable Minnesotans. I’ll start: Nobody walks / said Denny Hecker / maybe he shoulda waited / until the checks cleared.
5 Reader Comments
4:01 pm
While at the U / no beer for you / TCF stadium is dry / so don’t even try.
4:12 pm
Bobby Z/Wrote poetry/And played guitar/He went real far
6:52 pm
Here ya go:
There once was a Prince named Pawlenty.
Whose duties were varied and plenty
Our needs got the axe, as he screamed “No New Tax”
But his “Fee’s” took that promise to empty.
He continued his reign with a vengeance
Still yelling “No Tax” to his peasants
The budget was sent, T-Paw said “Unallotment”
Now the Prince is the King of Variance.
So the Prince became King in a flash
As his style became slash and now dash
He’s quitting the scene for the presidential brass ring
And the peasants screamed “Out with the trash”.
ok…maybe a little harsh?
8:29 pm
This isn’t official until there’s a poem about me.
So go on, poeticize.
8:49 pm
Well, Kwatt, I’ll need some background info from you. Have you ever resided in or near the Nantucket, MA area?
Also, Mary Jane’s cat, WTF?! I just can’t get over how batshit inane she is. I just hope her cat and Kevin’s chipmunk never cross path.
And, is it just me, or is Lily always accidentally getting knocked up. Or an STD. I mean, fine, I’ll grant that people make mistakes up to 3 times but anything beyond that is just ridiculous. Maybe it is best Daniel focused more on his porn than her…