How's this limerick/haiku for capturing the mood?
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You're buoyed with optimism after a court victory?
Big picture, yesterday was probably the best thing to happen to WSU football since Leach was hired. Maybe bigger.
Gawd - blast from the past. Haiku's. 5-7-5 right?
Cougs are sucking s#!+
Dickerts house is up for sale
Pot shops getting rich
Well, other than not adhering to the 5-7-5 format its pretty good.
But hey, gen z says all the rules about grammar and word definitions and all the shit that's been around for 100's if not 1000's of years doesn't apply anymore, so carry on!
Actually his haiku does fit the 5-7-5 format. And I quite like his haiku.
His limerick doesn’t quite scan as the second line is at six syllables. Limerick form though is looser even traditionally. Generally, it’s 7 to 9 syllables on the first, second, and fifth lines.
There once was a man from Nantucket
No conference, portal transfers, no fun
Something something, something
Ah...f*ck it
No conference, portal transfers, no fun
Something something, something
Ah...f*ck it
That works.
Mail order honey shows.
Loyal gets his eyes F-ed out.
Coug Board is happy.
Loyal goes to Rams game
Loses wallet and get drunk
He had to whip five
Loses wallet and get drunk
He had to whip five
There once was a Coug named Loyal,
For QB Mateer, his heart did boil.
In his 60s, not cold,
Chasing love, brave and bold,
Lost wallet, car stranded on soil.
Here's one for Biggs...
There once was a fan, Biggs by name,
QB's play, he called it a shame.
Hates Dickert, talks loud,
Fire now, he avowed,
Dreams of a grand stadium's fame.
🤣🤣🤣
There once was a fan, Biggs by name,
QB's play, he called it a shame.
Hates Dickert, talks loud,
Fire now, he avowed,
Dreams of a grand stadium's fame.
🤣🤣🤣
That's not a Haiku, 5-7-5.
Like this:
Ugly Avatar kid
Hit twice twice with ugly stick
everyone else laughs
Well, he did say "that's on me" regarding the loss and doesn't throw anyone under the bus (coaches or players). That's taking the lead, right?
Forget the haikus and limericks, here is a brief story of Loyal's adventures in the literary style of the great novelist Fyodor Dostoevsky:
In the turbulent realm of his sixties, the devoted Coug called Loyal, found solace in the ardor for QB Mateer. A man of passionate inclinations, he courted the bloom of youth, seeking companionship in the tender years of women in their twenties, oblivious to the temporal chasm that separated their existence.
On a fateful pilgrimage to the distant lands of Colorado, the wheels of his vehicular chariot betrayed him, succumbing to the capriciousness of mechanical fate. Stranded in the vast expanse of the unfamiliar, his journey became a Kafkaesque odyssey.
Misfortune compounded when his wallet, a repository of worldly assurances, slipped away, leaving him vulnerable amidst the vastness of the unknown. A stumbling odyssey ensued, a Homeric struggle against the whims of circumstance, as he retraced the fractured steps of his misadventure.
Through the tempest of life's capricious turns, the unwavering loyalty to the Cougars, a devotion woven through the fabric of decades, remained his steadfast anchor. In the labyrinth of his existence, where choices and consequences danced a relentless ballet, the echoes of the Coug's fandom reverberated, a poignant reminder of enduring allegiances in the tapestry of time.
I'll try to stop.
In the turbulent realm of his sixties, the devoted Coug called Loyal, found solace in the ardor for QB Mateer. A man of passionate inclinations, he courted the bloom of youth, seeking companionship in the tender years of women in their twenties, oblivious to the temporal chasm that separated their existence.
On a fateful pilgrimage to the distant lands of Colorado, the wheels of his vehicular chariot betrayed him, succumbing to the capriciousness of mechanical fate. Stranded in the vast expanse of the unfamiliar, his journey became a Kafkaesque odyssey.
Misfortune compounded when his wallet, a repository of worldly assurances, slipped away, leaving him vulnerable amidst the vastness of the unknown. A stumbling odyssey ensued, a Homeric struggle against the whims of circumstance, as he retraced the fractured steps of his misadventure.
Through the tempest of life's capricious turns, the unwavering loyalty to the Cougars, a devotion woven through the fabric of decades, remained his steadfast anchor. In the labyrinth of his existence, where choices and consequences danced a relentless ballet, the echoes of the Coug's fandom reverberated, a poignant reminder of enduring allegiances in the tapestry of time.
I'll try to stop.
Love the existentialist writers ....especially Dostoevsky. This is a brilliant mashup....unless you haven't read Loyal's journey. Thank you sir!!Forget the haikus and limericks, here is a brief story of Loyal's adventures in the literary style of the great novelist Fyodor Dostoevsky:
In the turbulent realm of his sixties, the devoted Coug called Loyal, found solace in the ardor for QB Mateer. A man of passionate inclinations, he courted the bloom of youth, seeking companionship in the tender years of women in their twenties, oblivious to the temporal chasm that separated their existence.
On a fateful pilgrimage to the distant lands of Colorado, the wheels of his vehicular chariot betrayed him, succumbing to the capriciousness of mechanical fate. Stranded in the vast expanse of the unfamiliar, his journey became a Kafkaesque odyssey.
Misfortune compounded when his wallet, a repository of worldly assurances, slipped away, leaving him vulnerable amidst the vastness of the unknown. A stumbling odyssey ensued, a Homeric struggle against the whims of circumstance, as he retraced the fractured steps of his misadventure.
Through the tempest of life's capricious turns, the unwavering loyalty to the Cougars, a devotion woven through the fabric of decades, remained his steadfast anchor. In the labyrinth of his existence, where choices and consequences danced a relentless ballet, the echoes of the Coug's fandom reverberated, a poignant reminder of enduring allegiances in the tapestry of time.
I'll try to stop.
I was thinking more of a tragic figure...like one in The Comedy of Errors!!Forget the haikus and limericks, here is a brief story of Loyal's adventures in the literary style of the great novelist Fyodor Dostoevsky:
In the turbulent realm of his sixties, the devoted Coug called Loyal, found solace in the ardor for QB Mateer. A man of passionate inclinations, he courted the bloom of youth, seeking companionship in the tender years of women in their twenties, oblivious to the temporal chasm that separated their existence.
On a fateful pilgrimage to the distant lands of Colorado, the wheels of his vehicular chariot betrayed him, succumbing to the capriciousness of mechanical fate. Stranded in the vast expanse of the unfamiliar, his journey became a Kafkaesque odyssey.
Misfortune compounded when his wallet, a repository of worldly assurances, slipped away, leaving him vulnerable amidst the vastness of the unknown. A stumbling odyssey ensued, a Homeric struggle against the whims of circumstance, as he retraced the fractured steps of his misadventure.
Through the tempest of life's capricious turns, the unwavering loyalty to the Cougars, a devotion woven through the fabric of decades, remained his steadfast anchor. In the labyrinth of his existence, where choices and consequences danced a relentless ballet, the echoes of the Coug's fandom reverberated, a poignant reminder of enduring allegiances in the tapestry of time.
I'll try to stop.