Though I’m not a huge sports fan, I pay a little attention to major league baseball, the players, the standings, etc. I had always heard a little about Kirby Puckett and what a good guy he was. So, I wrote a haiku.
Glaucoma one eye
Strong stroke pushes him to die
Kirby Puckett dead
you my friend are one rude son of a bitch…those are some greats words of wisdom about a friend that passed away…we appreciate your heavy heart and your offensive and rather rash words…
It wasn’t meant to be rude or offensive. Sorry you took it that way, though I can see through your heartbreak why you might be bothered.
[…] Restaurateur Bob Evans died yesterday at age 89, which got me thinking. With all the delicious sausage he ate in his long lifetime, that he’d probably taste pretty good. Couple that with my love of satire (hey, Onion, hire me), I thought maybe it would be a swell idea to turn the farmer-turned-diner owner into special edition sausage links fed to dedicated customers. That way those who love the restaurant so much could actually “have a part of the family” inside them… Just a thought. Oh, and I’m going to hell. Hey, at least I didn’t write a haiku. […]
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