Once again, we’re joined by my buddy Ryan Hebert. Make sure to follow him on Twitter dot com: @HebertofNH. In today’s poem, we went improv style, in which I picked a topic (the Toronto Raptors) and emailed that to Ryan. He then responded with two lines, and I in turn responded with two lines of my own. We followed that pattern, basing our lines off the ones we received from each other until we were finished. So here we are. (Ryan’s lines in italics.)
Lowry and Derozan, leaving stout defenders shook
All-world GM, Masai Ujiri, making out like a crook.
First time in the playoffs since two thousand and eight
Since they had Chris Bosh, that’s a long time to wait
The city of T.Dot, they’ll put on their backs
The bench mob shall flourish with Greivis and P.Patt
Plus that starting lineup’s nice, lead by point guard Kyle Lowry
And no need to worry bout the paint, it’s patrolled by Jonas V
And young Terrence Ross, could he be the heir prince?
The talent to make them forget about Vince?
And there’s the long-range bomber, he goes by Steve Novak.
His threes are sure great, but he ain’t no T-Mac
Duane Casey’s defense is stout and fundamental,
And Lowry’s rep and stature are no longer that of a rental.
Just four days till the playoffs’ yearly reprise,
Are the Raptors the team who’ll win and surprise?