Thanksgiving M Football Poetry Thread

Submitted by Maizinator on

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

 

 

XM - Mt 1822

November 27th, 2014 at 6:39 AM ^

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.

 

 

Bombadil

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?

LSAClassOf2000

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"

Everyone Murders

November 27th, 2014 at 7:48 AM ^

There once was an AD named Hackett,
He told our Coach Brady to pack it,
You gave it your best,,
But failed the test,
We'll see now if Harbaugh can hack it.

(Happy Thanksgiving and Go Blue!)

Texagander

November 27th, 2014 at 8:52 AM ^

The bird sits there alone
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

Magnum P.I.

November 27th, 2014 at 10:37 AM ^

Nice one.



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!

harmon98

November 27th, 2014 at 8:58 AM ^

Ohio Came To Bury Michigan, All Wrapped In Maize And Blue
The Words Were Said, The Prayers Were Read And Everybody Cried
But When They Closed The Coffin, There Was Someone Else Inside!

The Bucks Came To Bury The Wolverines – But Michigan Wasn’t Dead,
And When The Game Was Over, It Was Someone Else Instead.

Twenty-Two Michigan Wolverines Put On The Gloves Of Gray,
And As Cavender Played “The Victors”, They Laid Woody Hayes Away!

bostonsix

November 27th, 2014 at 9:54 AM ^

As I sat at the table,
I asked for the slaw
from behind me it slammed
passed by a man named Harbaugh.

Eyes to theft and eyes
to the right, with a shit eat'n
grin and speck of fright,
I grabbed for my fork and started in, then a knee to my back and a fist to my chin.

"Your doing it wrong you stupid son of Bitch" he screamed in my face with his two clenched fists.

Now this is a man who knows no mistakes, especially to use a scoup to transfer slaw to a plate..... :/

You Only Live Twice

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

 

Maizinator

November 27th, 2014 at 11:47 AM ^

There once was a likable round man.
He clapped a lot as he planned.
Practice appeared well,
But the games went to hell,
Now the Buckeyes have become his last stand.

Toledostrip

November 27th, 2014 at 7:31 PM ^

April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.

June, she'll change her tune,
In restless walks she'll prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.

August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old.

November the team in blue will be
Dismembered
And hoke will not be remembered

TheBoLineage--

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  . . .