you don't like poetry?
It's day 150, so I wanted to do something special. This was written only in the time it took for the movie to play (actually, a little less, as I completed writing it and typing it up just as the last day of the loop was just beginning), so I don't figure it's the best poem ever (and I can't believe I couldn't fit in the name Punxsutawney). But, I think some of the lines turned out quite well. So, without further ado... The Ballad of Phil Connors Come all and hear of the hapless weatherman Who in cold midwinter couldn't predict a storm. Time started repeatin', he had no choice but transform. Come listen to the sarcastic weatherman Who ridicules the townsfolk, tricks a local filly, Steals a bag of money, drinks and drives willy nilly. So, come all and hear of the sad weatherman Who, stuck in coldhearted curse of "I Got You Babe," Learned to lie and speak French better than ol' Honest Abe Come all and watch the lonely old weatherman Who for ...