(Via Bookslut) The Steelers have a cache of poetry written by fans, sponsored by the Pittsburgh local news website. My favorite stanza:

THIS WILL MAKE THE FORTH TIME,
THAT I'VE DROPPED YOU GUYS A LINE.
AND MADE MY FEELINGS OBVIOUS,
BY PUTTING IT DOWN IN RHYME.
IT'S BECAUSE I LOVE THE STEELERS,
AND I KNOW THEY'RE WORKING HARD.
IN TRAINING AT ST. VINCENT,
THAT'S LIKE BEING IN OUR BACKYARD.

A "forth" poem, eh?

Last year I wrote a re-appropriation of Frost's "The Road Less Taken," dedicated to Lance Armstrong. It's called "The Nut Less Taken," and it goes a little sum'in lak dis:

two nuts diverged in a yellow leotard

and sorry i could not take both

and be of one nut, long i cycled

and looked down at it as far as i could

to where it bent in the undergrowth;

then took the other, as just as fair,

and having perhaps the better cling,

because it was hairy and wanted to be scratched;

though as for that the passing there

had worn them really about the same,

and both that morning equally lay

in pubes no bike seat had trodden black.

oh, i kept the first for another day!

yet knowing how nut leads on to nut,

i doubted if it should ever come back.

i shall be telling this with a sigh

somewhere balls and balls hence:

two nuts diverged in a yellow leotard, and i -

i took the one less healthy,

and that has made all the difference.