A RECIPE FOR FUN
Author: Dennis Howe
February 2001
Take ten
seasoned ball players and throw
in a large pinch of leather and aluminum.
Put the mix on a dirt field in the shape of a diamond
and add some green salad grass for color. To this, add
another ten seasoned ball players with a large pinch of leather
and aluminum. Raise the heat slowly to about 80 degrees, with a
few clouds for partial shade. No mud. Slight breeze, but no wind.
Add two pitchers of medium grit. Marinade some team spirit and
sportsmanship. Dice some Twinkies, sunflower seeds and chewing
gum. Sprinkle with water and soda pop to taste. With a yellow ball,
at game time, stir all these ingredients together with grounders,
foul balls, fly balls, base hits and home runs, and garnish with a
strike-out or two. Do not add sliding. Sugar, sweat, and verbal
spices can be chopped in at this point. Scoring is to taste and
recorded for future reference. Pour these flavored items
in to a large softball bowl, and then separate into
individual servings on Saturdays at Jaycee Park.
Finish with a handshake, pat on the
back, and a hearty..............
"see ya next week".
Tick, lick, suck
Team, dream, win
One wants all
All wants one
Mismanagement
Cut the staff
Expect more done
Never say thank you
To anyone
Take the credit
Pass the blame
Things go wrong
Its what’s his name
Initiative
This must be banned
Make staff juggle
Then tie their hands
Ignore concerns
From everyone
An overlooked problem
Is a problem gone
Grab your bonus
The lions share
Tell the workers
There’s nothing spare
Set out targets
Impossible to reach
While quoting the nonsense
Of the team spirit speech
Show ingratitude
Be unclear
Then cut more staff
In the coming year
In the evening I looked around
no one I could see with me
yet we climbed altitude together
a team of ten without team spirit
the strong cold wind enter my eyes
vampires and anacondas
move near. I hear their footsteps
I try to shout loud, loud
but my echoes answer me rudely
I place my hands on the chin
Is this mountain climbing a fuss?
Am I sacrificed for the wild?
my temple developed rings
but this was not the answer
a spark of light combed my eyes
this too was not reply
Complete serenity left me
and ghosts of intrigue whispered
“Honest trekked across the rivers
each one has reared a wolf as pet
in the parlor of life.”
Sisterhood of sorts
Order following set of laws
Communion with shared beliefs
Identifies goals that perceive
Encourage an attitude of
Team spirit instilling norms
Yielding to collective consciousness
Date Sept 24, 2016
Contest
What is society?
Form acrostics
Challenging
ourselves
to be
better than
the day
before
Is the work
of our fun
at play
The game
requires that
we sweat
But the boss
says
it's worth it
Motivation in
learning and
growing with
the goal of
always winning
That's his way
by his speeches
Those
who are willing
to enjoy
this game
with
team spirit
He feels are
worth the
paycheck
So try this
hard work
with fun
and you'll
grow to be
more meaningful
with appreciation
from your boss
You'll see
Trust in the
meaning of
sweating
with fun
It's so worth
the winning
I asked the cricket coach
If I could play on the First Grade team,
He said that couldn't happen,
It was only in my dream.
I said, what about if the whole team got sick,
Would I stand a chance then?
He shook his head from side to side,
And crossed my name off with a pen.
Well, I guess, I better tell you coach,
Ah, you know that stew that I brought in,
I suggest the team don't eat it,
If they want a chance to win.
But alas, the warning came too late,
The team had already tuckered down,
They got a lot of runs that day,
Just not on the cricket ground.
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Last year I wrote of a Red Sox team
The fans did not exactly scream
They could not swing, field or hit
Last place was theirs, that was it.
But John Henry said ENOUGH of that
I will not let this team go splat
So he fired a guy named Bobby V
And From The Jays did Farrell bring.
He traded away the vaunted three guys
To Gonzo, Beckett and Crawford bye bye!
He said the losing days are through
Saved a quarter billion dollars too.
The off season came on us soon
He got Napoli, Dempster and Victorino too.
Though no one gave the team a chance
The season came and they took off fast.
They started winning many games
And found themselves in first place.
In the dust they left yanks, birds and jays.
Kept winning through the summer days.
Now the season is poised to end
The team is looking great again
From worst to first, oh what a season
Team spirit and drive is the reason.
The playoffs loom, the team looks ready
Hitting and pitching very steady.
Fresh off a recent Yankees sweep.
This team looks like it can't be beat
To Fenway do the playoffs come
They'll take on all comers, everyone
For when all the opponents have been beaten
We'll win the Series, Oh what a season!!
From the wonder days of Thierry,
his every move makes us merry.
Then the magic of Wiltord,
reminds us he is the field Lord.
Oh! the fluidity and the best of Fabregas,
showing as though never out of gas.
The gracious quick feet of Theo,
shows the natural instinct of a Leo.
We may seem silent but not morbid,
slowly getting there and never rigid,
not this season? God forbid.
Winning a trophy is our major bid.
Letting go of Adebayor,
is like re-shuffling the cabinet of a Mayor.
Giving the chance to our great Ramsey,
gives football World something to fansy.
With the great prospect in Wilshere,
there would be enormous glory to share.
And the insurance we get from song,
indicates the reward will not be long.
We may seem silent but not morbid,
slowly getting there and never rigid,
not this season? God forbid.
Winning a trophy is our major bid.
Tip-tap the rolling ball is so classy,
but without a Trophy makes it messy.
Having a Commander-in-Chief like Persie,
makes the blending perfect and sexy.
And if you doubt, ask Chelsea.
Even though mocked by Bendtner,
still alive because we have Sagna.
The new intimidating team spirit is a signal
that soon every lip shall scream "Arsenal"
A long, lost dream lay dormant for many years
Beneath a constant sea of delays and indecision
Stuck in a routine so unappealing to my spirit
Hours spent in self indulgence became the norm of each day
It did promote team spirit however, did nothing for my famished soul
At break of dawn, the alarm clock would sound,
Anger stirred deep in my soul; hindering my commune with God
Then along came Holy Matrimony, or so I thought it was
Graciously, light revealed the cobwebs that draped my life
It was then, at that crossroad where clarity and strength revived
My inspiration, one consolation, an angel sent from above
In defining ways, she would teach me what it means to truly love
With no expectations, no remuneration, observing in awe and pure joy
It was no accident that I found my lost dream in yesterday’s ruins
These gentle hands are blessed to heal, love and give care
Your team catches the ball, runs the ball, and sometimes get a touchdown.
This team of black and gold brought the joy and pride back to their hometown.
You make us proud to call you our own.
Your team spirit you've realy shown.
I stand in the crowd as they scream so proud.
Go Saints!
Fans faces are covered in gold and black face paints.
You beat the enemy.
So far you' ve won all three.
I can't wait for your next game!
You'll put the other team to shame.
If you ask us how we feel about our team we have no complaints.
All we have to say is GOOOOOOOOOO Saints!
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