“All in favor of skipping the poem? . . . Thank you.” – Homer Simpson Twas the night before Simpsons, and all through the land Not a creature suspected the earthquake at hand The premier had been set, the ads had been bought ‘Tho even the cast knew all might be for naught Writers, directors, and, yes, the execs Even the artists had stuck out their necks Cartoons were for kids, not serious fare Drawings weren’t worthy of prime network air But the fox was unfazed, it had nothing to lose Barely begun, there was no great ego to bruise…
An ongoing ramble by Charlie Sweatpants . .