Days of Petanque: Hell

Date: January 31, 2020 at 8:29:20 PM PST

In Hell, there is no poetry,
at least none that you'd want to hear.
Oh, moon still rhymes with doom

but nothing is like anything else.

And the service is terrible.

And you are always number seven.

And Jean-Michel is the best pointer.

And the courts are all uphill and slope to the left.

And Damien moved back to France.

And no one has a cochonnet.

And no one has a coin.

And the boules are all leisure.

And Dave Lanter rocks are everywhere.

And the sun sets before it even rises.

And it's still always too hot.

And Maggie's hip still hurts.

And Stevie's hand needs another surgery.

And Rob's shoulder needs anther surgery.

And all the men still pee behind the shed.

And the city won't put lights up.

And Wolf is always out to sea.

And Hans is mad at us.

And Sacramento has their Hmong tournament

 on the same day as the Wine Country Open.

And all the rooms at Amelia Island are booked.

And there are too many photos of Peter Mathis.

And the wild bunch won't stop using the fence for bbq wood.

And Kevin ran out of salmon.

And the bocce ball club has taken over the lease for the courts.

And Kristina wins the winter singles.

And the FPUSA can't get its shit together.

And Carlos writes stupid stuff about everyone.

And Debbie King has taken over the club photo page.

And Westerbeck doubled the price of the party.

And Chef Marco only cooks vegan.

And on and on and on.

In Hell it never ends.