Ode to the Flop
My aplogies to Lewis Carroll
Inspired by the most BS foul call i had ever seen, courtesy of Steve Nash
'Twas brillig, and the flopping Sun
Did gyre and gimble in the hardwood floor;
All mimsy were the referees that had to make that call,
And the whistle raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Flopperernash, my son!
The fall that fact, the feet that walk!
Beware the rising bird, and shun
The frumious Bounceoff post!"
Defender his vorpal gatorade in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the scorers stand,
And stood awhile in thought
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Flooppernash, with eyes a dart,
Came whiffling down the tulgey wood,
A skipping as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal ball went snicker-snack!
He held his feet, and hit the Floppernash
Who went a flopping back.
"And hast thou played the Floppernash?
Come to my arms, defensive boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the Floppernash
Lay splay across the hardwood floor;
All mimsy were the Phoenix Suns,
And no more whistle did outgrabe.
Last edited by gts : 03-09-2008 at 07:45 PM.
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