FOOTBALL
Aug. 10, 1989
What is the sense
Of watching this game?
I can't understand
Why all the fame.
I sit here and tryTo follow the ball,
But on another,They always fall.
To stop the runner,Is their plan,
And it only takes,A single man.
So why, when he's down,
And the ball they stop,
Do all the others
Pile on top?
What drives these men
To take this pain?
It must be the money,
Or they're just insane.
By:Sheila Weaver
aka peacefully
This was written to tease my husband, Tommy. He didn't appreciate it and just kept on watching the game.
What is the sense
Of watching this game?
I can't understand
Why all the fame.
I sit here and tryTo follow the ball,
But on another,They always fall.
To stop the runner,Is their plan,
And it only takes,A single man.
So why, when he's down,
And the ball they stop,
Do all the others
Pile on top?
What drives these men
To take this pain?
It must be the money,
Or they're just insane.
By:Sheila Weaver
aka peacefully
This was written to tease my husband, Tommy. He didn't appreciate it and just kept on watching the game.
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