Friend Zone

On a game field of the greenest grass We’d touch, I’d run, and you’d pass. I’d gain ground and you’d intercept. Every game, we leapt and swept Into the end zone to a climatic end; Nothing left to defend or offend, Too many touchdowns to surmount, No personal injuries or fouls to recount. Then, offsides, false start, taunting? Your penalty flags left me wanting, Challenging every yellow thong thrown; Then ejected, exiled to the Friend Zone!