Sonnet 18: An Ode to Wignosy
Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2017 10:46 pm
Shall I compare thee to a mister Shawn Kemp?
Thou art the wiser and hath more titles.
Ben Wallace could lower Shawn's shooting temp,
And after forty years, Shawn was quite ill.
Sometimes, t'were too many threes he would jack,
And often in the playoffs, his team dimmed;
And at thirty one, Shawn's ratings fell back,
By chance, or harsh TC, his skills slimmed;
By thy eternal glory shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of those five great rings,
Nor shall thou be the dupe of any shade,
When thou art our one savior, king of kings.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
TL;DR: #ComeBackWig
Thou art the wiser and hath more titles.
Ben Wallace could lower Shawn's shooting temp,
And after forty years, Shawn was quite ill.
Sometimes, t'were too many threes he would jack,
And often in the playoffs, his team dimmed;
And at thirty one, Shawn's ratings fell back,
By chance, or harsh TC, his skills slimmed;
By thy eternal glory shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of those five great rings,
Nor shall thou be the dupe of any shade,
When thou art our one savior, king of kings.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
TL;DR: #ComeBackWig
