Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Hard Climb

I said, “I’ll climb up yonder hill.
To reach the top would a thrill.”
I was thirsty, but there was no fountain
And the hill quite soon became a mountain.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Football Season

We live right near the stadium.
We sit and watch the fans all come.
There are cars all up and down our street,
Parked so close their bumpers meet.
But to the game we never go.
What’s going on? We always know.
We simply listen to the crowd,
Sometimes quiet, sometimes loud.
If quiet it is quite depressing.
If loud, we know our team’s progressing.
A rousing cheer abruptly stopped
Tells us that a pass was dropped.
After many years we’ve showed
It’s possible to read the code.
Five minutes left and cars are leaving.
Now that can be a bit deceiving--
Either we’re so far ahead
Or any chance to win is dead.
To check the score is not high tech:
We can see the scoreboard from our deck.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Good poems, now bad lines

 Today Robert was featured in the Deseret News' annual mock Bulwer-Lytton contest with the "Happiest Dilemma Involving the Village People" line:

"The question in the village was not so much who would marry merry Mary as who would merry Mary marry?"

You can read the other winners here.