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Hockey and Politics By Tarzana Joe Now that the Democratic prospect Is a smorgasbord for worms Perhaps I should acquaint you With some good old hockey terms Since Americans to hockey Is like Ukrainians to Ramen I’ll make a few comparisons To things a bit more common Hockey’s just like politics Not for the tender-hearted A face off, when they drop the puck Is how the game gets started The whistle blows Adrenaline flows The clock begins its ticks A face off is just like debate Except you’re using sticks May I digress? I must confess I love this game of skating And I begin to show a grin just Anticipating I say with pride My smile’s wide And it, I’m sure, will widen When I tune in that face off Between our Sarah and Joe Biden. Icing Icing’s when a desperate team Tries to stop the pressure Just like the Democrats new Hey! Let’s drill for oil measure. Offsides Offsides is when a player Precedes the puck into the zone. As when on the application For the nomination Obama penciled in the While House number As his business phone Three goals When the franchise player Sets the crowd to roaring With strength of will And feats of skill Consecutively scoring Obama’s fine orations Well we’ve all seen that trick But Palin’s shocking, mocking, rocking My friends, now that’s a hat trick. A Pile of Promises by Tarzana Joe I come to you with promises In this season of the plague Let’s get to some specifics So it doesn’t seem so vague No one will fall to sickness And fewer still will die He who promises is faithful He who promises is “I” No one will go to prison No one will go to war Everyone’s a winner as We’ll outlaw keeping score You all can go to Harvard Unless you go to Yale Where students will be graded on The strictest sliding scale (Unless, of course, you opt for The rigors of pass/fail) We’ll make the nighttimes brighter Make sure every day is sunny And we’ll never raise your taxes Unless you’re making money I promise hot air balloons and ovens And I guess you all know why How else could I deliver? On this pie in the sky No matter what your
pay grade The learning curve
is steep And now you’ve got
so many Promises to keep With rhetoric that’s
one mile high And only
one inch deep
Yankee Stadium, Farewell By Tarzana Joe Lest baseball fans forget To fund “No! No! Nanette1” The owner of the Red Sox Made a deal he’d soon regret Chalk it up to youth But my friends, it’s just the truth That deal laid the foundation Of the ballpark built by Ruth In the years that have come later From “Bambino” to “The Gator” No franchise on the planet Had a record that was greater No turf could ever hope To have this ballpark’s scope Hosting all contenders From Max Schmeling to the Pope And the measure of real fame In this or any game Is to step out on the field And hear Bob Sheppard speak you name. Now the All-Star game was great Although it ended late But it’s not the final chapter in This story writ’ by fate. For the angels in the hall Who watch this game of ball Are coming to the Bronx for One more classic in the fall. And the home team gets last licks Why, it was built in to the bricks And the Yanks will add one more To that World Title 26 Poem for June 27, 2008 Gun Thoughts by Tarzana Joe If I ever thought to get a gun My inner voice would cry out What do you want with a gun, TJ? You’ld likely shoot
your eye out. Raised so far away from the NRA That I never touched a rifle Those semantic fights re: the Bill of Rights Seemed an academic trifle But in later life with a home and wife I began to pay attention To the need to care and the right to bear And the framers’ true intention I know despite good aims there are urban flames And that firearms could fan them But do we solve or at all evolve If we merely try to ban them Well I had my doubts due to all the shouts But Scalia I could kiss ‘ya Because you could sense the difference Between a gang and a militia
Poem for June 20, 2008 You’ve often heard me sing this song Everything you know is wrong Those in darkness doused the light Things you knew were wrong…are right What goes up might not come down And Vegas is a Temperance Town Let’s not drill for anymore Pelosi and her merry band Repealed supply, reformed demand Sure, new refineries might be nice But they might melt the polar ice No matter what we must be fair To terrorist and polar bear Now soldiers entering fire fights Must first shout out Miranda Rights Opponents routed from their forts Can take their case to higher courts Those same courts that have opined That marriages be redefined “To each according to his needs” Echoing another’s screeds And no one heeds, no one heeds Have you gone, sweet common sense? Poem of the Week for May 30, 2008 By Tarzana Joe That Leonidas lied The Persians didn’t mean any harm 300 Spartans died 300 Spartans died Flummery and flake And gullibly the Grecians Thought their culture was at stake What Caesars had to sell “The Vandals are a peaceful group…” That truly I am told Everyone who goes to war In someway must be sold He must be convinced his future And his country are at stake To understand the sacrifice He might be called to make As they’ve been picked to lead Use every means and every word To illustrate the need. That’s what debate is for You’ve got the edge As there’s a lack of folks I know who want a war Pick me up that modern myth, the war that sells
itself. Poem of the Week for May 23, 2008 By Tarzana Joe “Fight on,” said the Germans when the Siegfried
Line was burst. “Fight on,” says Ohio State every January 1st. |
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