Thursday, October 2, 2008
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Welcome! In these next exciting weeks you can look forward to revealing missives from the field penned by actual comedians and actors struggling on the front line of comedy. Join them as they detail their innermost thoughts, photographic documentation and poetic musings distilled from their perspective- a perspective steel-forged through challenging travel itineraries as they criss-cross this great land in search of a few laughs. And the loading dock.
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There once was a troupe not quite famous
whose van led them straight to Paramus
that involved mostly sitting
so it was therefore quite fitting
they developed large boils on their...
I'm stumped on how best to complete this- any suggestions?
There once was a cast in Paramus
Who saw their rooms and caused a damn fuss
This place is a dump
And why, in the rump,
Does Brian Ash constantly ram us?
There once was a cast in Missouri
Who was desperate to leave in a hurry
Rooms filled with mold
and insects untold
That over us all night did scurry.
Just so you know, my poem doesn't rhyme unless Paramus' second "a" is a long vowel. Which it isn't. I didn't think it was either but someone convinced me it was and I foolishly believed them. I'll leave it here as a testimony to how brilliant it all could have been...
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