wee bawdy limericks fer ye
Once again, I was going to write about something very serious, like the East Timoreses fight for independence, or the grievous omission of Seth, Rushdie and Doyle from the Booker prize finals list, but the news in Hollywood today is just too bizarre to ignore.
And for an extra added treat, well talk about the Trades today in Limerick form. Aye, ya bahsterds!
diana ross heads for the plane
elton john and george michael will play
hollywood types they do jump for joy
harry potter! hollywood does dig
hbo theyre just rolling in bucks
judith light, that actress doesnt
will and grace, sitcom on nbc
tell me, why wont they just let her
after years of refusing to choose
the sleezy producer from the short film I wrote (it was a play, they purchased it from me, turned into a film) called me yesterday, "Hey buddy ". Thats how he begins every conversation. Even with his mother, Im sure. "Hey buddy, hows Dad?" Anyway, he goes on to tell me that the film just got into the Atlantic City Film Festival. "Wow! Atlantic City. Thats like #4! It goes Cannes, Sundance, Toronto, Atlantic City, right?" Seriously, I guess its cool but I sure aint never heard of no Atlantic City Film Festival. Have you?
this is from a New York Times review of a new sitcom called Oh Grow Up:"Here's a sitcom so skillfully derivative that you'll swear you're already tired of it, even though you've never seen it before."
The Larry King Happy
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