Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Billion Dollar Bracket


I want to see ol’ Warren’s face
When I claim the Billion prize.
When my perfect bracket
takes the cash,
Buffett’s sure to be surprised.
The odds were set against me
much higher than surmised.
Like making sixty free throws
in only fifty tries.
I’d have a better chance,
They said, to date a super model.
The sort of girl I never get
And google just to ogle.
I bet with Buffet’s cash on hand
I’ll attract their sighs,
Kate and Emmy will cat fight
to be first in my eyes.

Submitted: Thursday, March 20, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 21, 2014

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Regrettably, My bracket is busted but it is nice to dream, eh?

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