Classic poem of the day
What shall I bring you, sweet?
A posy prankt with every April hue:
The cloud-white daisy, violet sky-blue,
Shot with the primrose sunshine through and through?
Or shall I bring you, sweet,
Some ancient rhyme of lovers sore beset,
Whose joy is dead, whose sadness lingers yet,
That you may read, and sigh, and soon forget?
What shall I bring you, sweet?
Was ever trifle yet so held amiss
As not to fill love's waiting heart with bl......
Member poem of the day
This is a poem about the role of championship rings in NBA GOAT discussions.
The Ring Thing (is entirely Bling)
by Michael R. Burch
The ring
thing
is entirely bling.
Michael Jordan was zero-for-six
against the Larry Bird Celtics;
moreover, he was twice sent home
by Isiah’s Pistons;
his ring case only began to gleam
when he had Horace, Scottie and ...
