The grinding painful struggle
Of chasing a pigskin around a puddle
Sliding around in the mud and trying
To catch a football that has been sent flying
Slow progress towards the goal
A first down, then a goal to go
The crowd cheers when you score
Spike the ball but there is more
The opposing team piles on the ball
Squeezing every pore
A turnover, a fumble
Enough bad plays to make the coach mumble
Strategy is everything
Then your play leaks
Another quarterback sneak!
The team wants to win
However, football’s so hard it is almost a sin
Victory takes time
More than flipping a dime
If it were so easy why
Waste a Sunday afternoon
Then the victory parade
When even the homecoming queen
Spills some Gatorade
The end zone lurks
When you all play like Turks
100 yards of struggle
Much blood sweat and tears
Win it all and go to the super bowl
If you last all year
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Robert curran

Bob fell into writing as an exercise in learning word pad, and dedicated his book of poetry,”Rainbows” to his parents who gave him the computer. more…

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