Ike you crack me up
I'm sorry you vomited
I'll go get the mop

The Yankees have lost
Sentenced to play game seven
Is the curse broken?

Yankees came to Shea
Three games later, walked out swept
Season ended then.

No one wants to think
That they are the absolute
Downfall: modern man

The Sox use Botox
And the Cards catch the bird flu
Astros all the way!

Tim is quite confused
The Astros are done tonight
Let's go Cardinals...yeah!

Oh, I did forget
Sycamore's from St. Loser
(Puts twenty on it)

There was no handshake
The offer of the twenty
Is now suspended

Are redheads better
is the question of the day.
I'll try one and see...

Mrs. Dallas passed this on from list for orchestra conductors. Some of them are pretty good.

> Squeaking and squawking
>
> All eyes roll to the heavens
>
> The clarinet speaks
>
> =====================
>
> One beat to change from
>
> Harmon to cup to bucket
>
> Hey, who wrote this s**t?
>
> =====================
>
> The jam session starts
>
> Somebody calls "Giant Steps"
>
> Cold fear grips my brain
>
> =====================
>
> Here's the girl singer
>
> Stepping to the microphone
>
> Pitch, Time, all gone now
>
> =====================
>
> Gig is going well
>
> Some one requests "In the Mood"
>
> I look at my watch
>
> =====================
>
> Gorgeous chick tells me
>
> "You sound just like Kenny G"
>
> My ego shatters
>
> =====================
>
> Three-eight, eleven-eight
>
> Damn you Andrew Lloyd Webber
>
> Five-eight, seven-eight
>
> =====================
>
> The woodwind doubler
>
> Practicing the piccolo
>
> Frustration defined
>
> =====================
>
> Pit orchestra gig
>
> Days and nights become as one
>
> I have no damn life
>
> =====================
>
> Bad intonation
>
> Strings are sharp and reeds are flat
>
> Brass too loud again
>
> =====================
>
> An oxymoron:
>
> "He plays the accordion
>
> With delicacy"
>
> =====================
>
> Bassoons forever
>
> Try in vain not to sound like
>
> A farting bedpost
>
> =====================
>
> The strings slowly tune
>
> When they're done the unison
>
>
>
>
> Are anything but
>
> =====================
>
> "I can't find my note"
>
> Bemoans the confused singer
>
> "Quit now", we all pray
>
> =====================
>
> ==================
>
> Money's everything
>
> Playing any gig that comes
>
> Whores, we are all whores
>
> =====================
>
> That plate of hors d'oeuvres
>
> Cost more than we're getting paid
>
> Think we underbid?
>
> =====================
>
> God bless trust fund gigs
>
> Only have to eat ramen
>
> For a few more weeks
>
> =====================

Ditched my class again
Wanted to write some haiku
SD's list scares me.

Lumber Jim wigged out
tw now has a rented mule
watch out for mind-melds!

I am so happy
I never flipped out in public
Hey where is my shirt?

damn I hurt my toe
is there a light switch in here
this is Jim's office!

i've been here before
but i can't remember when
why is this thread dead?

bring back the office
at least creative writing
ok, just haiku

aren't haikus about
an object from the outdoors?
perhaps an orchid?

i think that it's more
than just composing three lines
of various length.

Something is stirring
In the graveyard of archives;
A resurrection.