The FBI’s stirring up tension
But on the news, Christopher gets no mention
Sick of Brendan’s fakery
He shoots a guy in a bakery
That should get him some media attention
AJ has been acting the fool
So he’s been suspended from school
He might have ADD
But his parents say he
Must visit Gran every day; now that’s cruel!
Junior’s relishing his new control
But Tony feels he has started to roll
Over all of his shit
All cos his mum’s a bit
Mad she’s stuck in that retirement hole
Meadow wonders about Tony’s job
So she asks him if he’s in the mob
But his mind, it is racing
Because at the gas station
He sees a guy who turned rat; what a knob!
Tony’s trying to get mentally healthy
But he’s worried about Dr Melfi
So his bent cop mate
Follows her on a date
But all he finds is she’s clean and quite wealthy
Meadow was looking to score some speed
So Christopher told her that he’d
Sort her out, although
Tony wasn’t to know
Or else Chrissie, he might end up deid
Paulie steals a cafetière
Because he thinks it unfair
That Italians are broke
While out there, other folk
Are making big cash from their fare
A man goes to visit a shrink
Because he has started to think
Too much about ducks
‘Bout whom he gives several fucks
And he works in waste management (wink)
Hello, and welcome to another of my projects.
Hot on the heels of my exceedingly popular Project Bond circa six years ago, I thought it was high time for a new project. This one is about the 20-plus-year-old Home Box Office original series The Sopranos, which I recently had the pleasure of rewatching. This was in large part due to it being very good indeed.
Now, to be clear, I’m quite aware that this is far from an original point. Many people far cleverer than me have enjoyed the series, and I expect will do so again. Those people have written far cleverer, far more insightful, and far more informed pieces about the series than I could ever hope to. That’s why I’ve chosen to play to my strengths, such as they are.
Starting tomorrow, I will post a daily limerick based on an episode of the 20-plus-year-old Home Box Office original series The Sopranos. I will post them in chronological order, and the title of each will be the same as the title of the relevant episode, so as not to cause any confusion. However, I must warn you that I have not in every case managed to capture the full nuance of the episode in my five-line poem, so reading them will be no substitute for watching (or rewatching) the series. I hope you will enjoy them, but if not, there is no need to tell me so.
Finally, you probably surmised as much, but I nevertheless feel compelled to warn readers – these limericks will contain spoilers for the 20-plus-year-old Home Box Office original series The Sopranos.
It’s fair to say things have changed somewhat since I last picked up my digital pen. Neil Lennon’s second interim tenure as Celtic manager has been less successful than many fans hoped, though he succeeded in winning the league, increasing the lead from eight points to nine, and reaching the Scottish Cup final. Not bad going, but a few drab 0-0 draws, an abysmal derby showing (albeit the league title was done and dusted), and some less than overwhelming performances in narrow wins have left most fans looking elsewhere for the next permanent appointment. The main problem seems to be that nobody can agree on what kind of name we should be looking at. Read More