There is a lister lurking
like a snake inside the weeds
who sadly just exists to find
and judge all other feeds
It serves no other purpose
but to poison and divide
placing names on ugly lists
deciding who and why
Its arrogance, repulsive
its labels an attack
a self-made judge and jury
self-appointed label hack
Beware, it seeks more victims
ladies, gentlemen, it’s true
this vile and vicious lister goes by
the name of skywatch.blue
Categories:
listers, political,
Form: Rhyme
If you like Keanu, you’ll love The Replacements
‘bout an ex-football player who's into effacement.
Called back to the big time when A-listers strike,
it’s got some great scenes that I know you will like.
I won’t spoil the story, but the cheerleading’s hot;
QB Falco’s the real deal, and Martel is not.
Wiry Nigel the kicker will have you enthralled,
as will Bateman when coach says, “Go get me the ball!
There isn’t much action if you hoped for a gun,
just some hard-hitting football and 2 hours of fun.
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H/T to Terry Flood's Movie Night
Categories:
listers, sports,
Form: Rhyme
The space between stars is not empty
though JLo and Ben’s might be dead.
It seems that they can’t sell their mansion,
‘cuz who wants an unlucky bed?
The kids wish the stars kept their distance
like diddling P. Diddy, right?
But they’d offer little resistance
if stars got assaulted at night.
The space between stars is not empty,
but the distance, exceedingly great.
There’s pervy and curvy b-listers,
but not many good ones of late.
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Categories:
listers, celebrity, stars,
Form: Quatrain
Another celebrity wedding announced,
half a million? Cheap for the price,
magazines like 'Hello' will bid for photos
and help cover the cost, which is nice.
A-listers, B-listers, all lining up
to be seen, from the woodwork appear,
many are people I don't recognise
there to help boost a flagging career.
No expense spared, like anyone cares
since they can't know how Joe Public feels
lining up in their ranks at the local food banks
and struggling to pay for school meals.
Oh, well, what the hell it's for only one day,
perfection is all that's desired,
but when the media don't clamour
marriage isn't all glamour,
reality sets in, they get tired.
No more kiss and make up,
they sell their breakup to the press,
fifteen minutes more fame,
a short time of estrangement,
new partner, engagement, then do it all over again.
Categories:
listers, celebrity,
Form: Rhyme