Wednesday, January 25, 2012

PROSE BOWL: N.ews + F.ootball + L.iterature

"Because I could not stop the Newt,
He kindly took a knee--
On marriage held by just ourselves,
Calista makes three."

~~MariEmily Dickinsrich


"Shall I compare thee to frontrunner's way?
Mitt art more Romney and more temperate:
Rough polls point to the yards you've given 'way,
In tax releases, noisy Newt debates."

~~Willard Shakespeer

"In Newt thou see'st the twilight of Mitt's play,
As after Romney fadeth in the West,
Which tie-by-tie Black Knight doth take away,
March 6th, the South: That seals up all the rest."

~~Willard Shakesfear

"Let not Rick to the marriage of like kinds,
Admit to God: Their love is not true love
He faulters when an altercation finds,
And tends not to recover nor improve."

~~Willorum HatesHere

"Busy old fool, unruly son,
Why must thou fuss?
Through warfare and through bubbles call on us,
Must to thy Constitution always run?"

~~Ron Donne

"Silly semantics, Rick, go hide,
Fake choirboy and sour princess M.,
Go tell poor Huntsman that the party's pride
Calls angry rants what harvest office, men!"

~~All Donne

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