Thanksgiving M Football Poetry Thread
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Seems like a perfect day to reflect, find some inner calm, and maybe share some poetic thoughts heading into The Game.
Many of your posts have brought a smile to my face in year when I needed I smile or two. Today is a good day to thank you for that.
I'll choose a haiku for my meager contribution, but feel free to express yourself in whatever form suits you best. Accompanying photos encouraged. Do what you do...
after turkey feast
drowsily sitting on couch,
Ohio game I fear
November 27th, 2014 at 4:47 AM ^
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
Harbaugh please come back home,
what say you?
Happy Thanksgiving, MGoBoard!
GO BLUE!
November 27th, 2014 at 8:34 AM ^
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have a wonderful holiday and travel safely for those of you running the gauntlet to get to family and friends for the day. i would love to hear the mgoplans for the day, so please share.
as for poetry, mine would be simple:
My country,' tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing;
land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims' pride,
from every mountainside let freedom ring!
the founders of our country, those that landed at plymouth rock, were some of the most courageous and dedicated people in the history of mankind. if they could see what passes for normal activity, such as being able to sit in a living room and blog to the world, they would be amazed. let us not forget them on this day of thanks.
November 27th, 2014 at 6:36 AM ^
Roses are red
Violets are Blue
I"ll be ecstatic
If Michigan wins at the Shoe
November 27th, 2014 at 8:13 AM ^
Ace: That Brandon, he can fuss.
Brian: Fuss, fuss… I think he is mad at us.
Ace: Probably those emails meant to harm.
Brian: He's really very short on charm.
Ace: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Brian: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Dave Brandon: Enough of that.
Ace: Brian, does OSU still have the lead and the ball?
Brian: If they do, we get Harbaugh.
Dave Brandon: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Brian: Anybody want a peanut?
November 27th, 2014 at 7:12 AM ^
Violets aren't blue (they're violet..duh)
Our offense still sucks
Get ready to lose.
November 27th, 2014 at 7:23 AM ^
Although our chance on paper
Is rather slim indeed
Our excitement does not taper
We hope we take the lead
At best, we win and shock them all
And limp on to a crappy bowl
This staff has a nice curtain call
For a season that took its toll
At worst, we lose and stay home
A coach we may replace
For he added to the program's tome
Another "not in the face"
November 27th, 2014 at 7:37 AM ^
If you need something to watch
while you're stuffing leftover pie in,
may I suggest ignoring the offense
and just watching Jake Ryan?
November 27th, 2014 at 7:48 AM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 10:15 AM ^
There once was a coach named Nussmeier
Whose offense we greatly admired
When he came to town
We scored no touchdowns
He's clearly quite the bust hire.
November 27th, 2014 at 8:10 AM ^
Three coins in a fountain, each one...Anyone? No?
Flintstones, meet the Flintstones!
November 27th, 2014 at 8:10 AM ^
ThanKsgiving Schmanksgiving do a lot of spanksgiving.
Thats my poem..
November 27th, 2014 at 8:52 AM ^
Picked apart. A mess.
Once so full of hope
It could not feed the guest
With all peppers omitted
The recipe lost its flavor
The chef looks o'er his shoulder
As his job appears in danger
Was the turkey too young?
Or not put in place to feed
A ravenous group of those
Not used to other's lead
The host has long been gone
Quickly shown the door
After charging the guest
And chastising them more
So everyone awaits
For the door bell to ring
A new chef will arrive
Be he jester or king
November 27th, 2014 at 10:37 AM ^
Did I ever tell you about the time that Harbaugh came to my house and cooked Thanksgiving dinner? Except it wasn't Thanksgiving, we weren't home, and he didn't actually cook anything? Anyway, Harbaugh loots through our house taking anything of value and uses it as the startup capital for an e-commerce company. Sure as hell if that company didn't grow into eBay!
Jim Harbaugh is a son of a bitch!
November 27th, 2014 at 8:58 AM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 9:01 AM ^
There once was an AD named Brandon
Who really pissed off the fandom
WD said with a smile
About Auntie's email
"This proves DB is no Canham."
November 27th, 2014 at 9:14 AM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 10:16 AM ^
He said, with a huge smail across his face.
November 27th, 2014 at 3:24 PM ^
Hail Michigan
Full of Grace
Beat the Buckeyes
and rub it in their face!
November 27th, 2014 at 9:54 AM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 10:04 AM ^
got me a turkey
got me some ham
if harbaugh don't come here
i be like, God Damn!
November 27th, 2014 at 10:13 AM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 10:13 AM ^
Tackling all of ur doodz/
Urban be like, "Dang..."
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November 27th, 2014 at 10:42 AM ^
Players practiced well again
Buckeyes roll; Uh, Jim?
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November 27th, 2014 at 10:50 AM ^
"But they practiced well!"
said Hoke, adding "they need to
execute better."
November 27th, 2014 at 10:39 AM ^
Across the field. cold
Gone so long, the dreams, the fight
We don't have hearts, yet
They break. And then stay
Indoors rather than endure
The trek to the field
Hark, M Go Bloggers
You hunt, kill and eat raw steak
Renew your tickets
GO BLUE, BEAT OSU
HAPPY THANKSGIVING ALL
November 27th, 2014 at 10:50 AM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 11:16 AM ^
Counting syllables,
are we? My arrogant friend.
'Poem' has just two
November 27th, 2014 at 11:39 AM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 10:52 AM ^
Michigan football is a turkey waiting to be carved up on Saturday.
Sounds about right.
November 27th, 2014 at 11:10 AM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 11:47 AM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 8:15 PM ^
you Got Some Talent there . . .
uhhhh-- so like, maybe you noticed my own . . .
-- Im Huffin' N Puffin' . . .
November 27th, 2014 at 7:31 PM ^
November 27th, 2014 at 7:55 PM ^
Im Huffin' N Puffin'--
after eatin' All That . . .
Turkey N Stuffin' . . .
NOTE-- I believe this is from Thoreau and The Emerging American Literary Movement of the 1840s-50s. Maybe its Mark Twain . . .
November 27th, 2014 at 7:58 PM ^