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Poems Submitted by Terri
Landrum
Ode to Football
Ode to Football
Oh goody goody, it's football season,
I can do whatever I want, without having a reason.
My dear Husband wouldn't move from that little box,
If I were to come in riding an ox.
I remember the year our triplets came,
He made me hold on til after the game.
There was one time, I tried to tear him away,
By stapling a live chicken to my face.
He jumped up & screamed "He fumbled the ball"
"You stupid ref, that was no call"
He belches & scratches & screams at the set,
While I all alone, rue the day that we met.
What turns a grown man into that kind of boob?
The minute they "Kick Off" on that little tube.
There was one time, when he almost looked,
I set fire to my hair & stood naked & cooked.
But low & behold they made 10 yards,
Realizing defeat, I just threw in my cards.
by Terri
Landrum
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