Spring, loved by all, especially our teens
Divine days of warmth mixed with friends anew
Class? No! Let’s go shout at some clueless Deans
We got tent cities, fiery riots too
Chant! Smash! As the world is not what it seems!
No final exams: the goal of our schemes.
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The sonnet has ended, but stay tuned for more…
Speaking of spring, the cure for insomnia— er, I mean, the new baseball season has arrived. I wrote this haiku when it appeared that pro baller Shohei Ohtani (following in Pete Rose’s wagering footsteps) might get nabbed for a wee bit of illegal side betting.
Anyone wanna gamble that Ohtani, the superstar slugger/pitcher, eventually gets convicted of something?
Jaywalking with the intent to loiter? Operating a sand blaster without a valid license? Failing to yield to a bald eagle on a one-way street? Something? Anything? I’ll give ya ten to one odds…
Got rizz? You hip, cool? Or are you dorky, nerdy? A square? I’m a square. Yep, a huge square. This kind of square, in fact:
That’s right. ClownWorld Shakespeare’s slinging mad verse on Instagram:
I think you’re right - we haven’t heard the full Ohtani story yet.
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