The answer would be Annalise Carr. Last night at Bully Feeny’s in Portland, ME The Bad Poetry Slam was held. Beforehand, Bully Feeney’s held an open mic and a few less practiced poets emerged. Annalise was there to inspire with this beaut of a poem to rival the “bad poets” later to preform that night.
I thought I would share with all of you. Enjoy.
Annalise delivered an “Ode to Billy Murray” and her brilliance is as follows:
You visited my dreams last night, Bill Murray.
Despite our age difference the relationship worked in a quirky Woody Allen romcom way.
You liked my cat and I put up with your french fry kleptomania.
Alas, there was a complication.
Scott Baio, who made an appearance as my father,
Disapproved of the relationship.
Not because you were 40 years my senior,
But because you’re a deep dish guy.
As we walked hand in hand
People stared, some shouted lines from Caddy Shack,
But your crows feet lined eyes were fixed on me.
And just as I was coming to consciousness I could feel your hot old man breath.
And you whispered,
“Who you gonna a call?”
And there you have it. You’re welcome.