Summer will not catch me sitting down — I’m no Jean-Louis “Jack” Kerouac, but I’m out there
I should be worried about Gulf oil or Afghanistan, consumed with what Sox GM Theo will pull at the trade deadlineBut I can’t stop thinking about Snooki, star of Jersey Shore, professional hot tuberHer every curve a blushing bulbous jack o’ lantern, forever fighting for her right to partyWhat kind of wacky adventures will you have next, surrounded by dudes who just want to use you to get on TV?Only I truly understand you, SnookOur hearts have both been overcooked in the same cruel bubbly cauldron of fateTogether we could chillax on a river of Sambuca to a beach that is a lot less crowded, and you could tan while I read ProustJersey is not the only shore and there is more to life than one big spiraling summer partyI want to grow old with you in an unraveling winter in which we wear matching reindeer sweatersI want to buy car insurance with youSnooki, maybe you complete meBut if not, could you introduce me to JWoww? A Poem For Snookiby Jim Behrle(This poem was written on the Green Line, as Behrle traveled to WBUR for an interview.)
A little fun for the time of year. Time for the early August melancholy – not us! We’re on the road kickin’ it with Terriers around the Nation. We’re giving special shoutouts to new Terriers but welcome alumni and current students to come spread some love – so pick a location and let us know if you’re dropping in.
