Saturday, May 19, 2007

“The End” – A Future Tense Tribute Poem to My Good Friend Darrin R. Brooker

A season is a very long time
To watch your bison graze
But what tastes worse than pickled lime
Is when they fizzle out in a haze

That time has come for Buffalo
The city of perpetual losers
And dear friend, Darrin, its time you know
That your bisons are not hoosiers

Unlike that magical team, so small
So unlikely to win the big game
Your sabre-rattling cotton balls
Are about to fade out in shame

So, D.R., I urge you friend
As one who cares for your well-being
Accept the fact, tonight is the end
You’ll find it rather soul-freeing!