Sunday, February 27, 2011

Some Pithy Poems for Oscar Night

Tiny dancer, lithe and quirky,
Sleeps with Mila, goes berserky.

Jew v. rest in legal row.
All the world's on facebook now.

Dude falls into big crevasse,
Loses one whole arm, alas.

The kids aren't alright; big kerfuffle. Oh,
It's all because of shambolic Mark Ruffalo.

The King can't speak, for what it's worth.
(Best Actor goes to Colin Firth?)

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