Tonight, the Seahawks
lost the Superbowl to the Steelers! I'm a bit down, because that means there won't be any more blue cupcakes. Ever since I was a little gorilla, I have wanted birthday cakes with blue frosting, but my mother said, "No, Brad, blue is not a natural color." I pointed out that the sky was blue, but my mother was undeterred. As an adult gorilla, I always thought I'd make my own blue frosting cakes, but I got distracted by bananas and chocolate. I thought that if Seattle won the Superbowl, there would be blue cupcakes galore. But now, there are no more. I've composed a lament for the occasion in memory of the Seattle Seahawks' brief glimpse of glory:
(To the tune of "Blue Christmas"):
There'll be no blue cupcakes without you
I’ll be so blue just thinking about you
Decorations of sprinkles on top of icing
Won't be the same if they're yellow or green
And when those souffles start falling
That’s when those azure delights start calling
You’ll be doin’ all right, with your sweets red or white
But I want a blue, blue blue blue cupcake.
Saturday, February 4th, 2006:
O
Seahawks
On your way to the
Super BowlFor the first time in 30 years,
Please win the game
So that I may find
More blue
cupcakes on my plate.
7 comments:
That's the kind of poetry I like - poetry that speaks straight from the stomach.
Dang you've got a sweet tooth Brad!
Brad did you watch the Food network at all this weekend? They had this "ultimate tailgating challenge" thing. Some frat boys versus the Gwatney BBQ team (who won Memphis in May in 2005 but failed to place in our little town's Octoberfest BBQ comp. last fall).
BOTH teams used Bananas Foster for their desert. Desert had to be grilled. The frat boys grilled the nanners and made a true Bananas Foster. The old heads used bits of Bananas Foster on top of a pan-fried poud cacke. It all looked SOO yummy!
Brad, I was disappointed in the game as a whole, so I really didn't care who won after it became obvious that the refs were either blind or stupid.
On a cool note, though, there's a tattoo parlor in PA that's giving FREE tattoos of a small Pirates logo to anyone who comes in. They're asking for donations to a charity (I forget which one, sorry) and ALL their proceeds from the day (even the ones not related to the game) go to said charity. You gotta admit, SOME good will come from the game :)
Hitman J: I don't have a tv (I threw it out the window a year or two ago), so I didn't see the Food Network show, but I am glad the frat boys had the sense to make bananas foster desserts.
Ladyheart: I want a tattoo of a pirate! I'll put it on my arm, and everyone will see that I am truly a tough ape.
Nonny I don't know why this post wasn't allowing new comments except that I tried to leave some comments on your site the past couple of days, and they didn't publish. Humbug! I want my money back from Blogger, I say.
NEW LYRIC TO CONSIDER:-
Oh the Steelers!
The mighty Pittsburgh Steelers!
We stuffed the freaking Seahawks
Up the *****!
Mr Pudding:
While your lyrics certainly do not lack in the exclamatory department, my lyrics scan better and are flush with evocative imagery. Plus, my lyrics convey a certain pathos that touches upon the very depths of the existence of mortality. Ah me.
Now, where did I misplace my funny-looking poet-hat? I need it this evening in order to look soulful for the poetry slam.
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