[JollyElm]

Here is my bitterness in couplets entry...


The Acrimony of the Unchecked Box
(or Ode on a Completion Burn)

while school was out in the scorching summer of ‘75,
by the day I was feeling more dead than alive,

because a mustachioed Texas hurler by the name of Steve,
made my brothers and I bitterly grieve,

for no matter how many times we trodded over the melting asphalt,
that damn drugstore had no packs containing the last card we needed, Foucalt!!!

I scream to the dark heavens bursting with drops,
why must you always rain on my collecting parade, Topps!!!!!!!!!!!