Going Fourth With the Football Thing
There was a ring at the dungeon door
Canary raced across the floor
Pulling a hammy while nursing his soars
Appearing was a seagull that once was poor
“My friend the Canary
Spent the morning sailing over on the ferry
Sipping my AM sherry
Very relaxed not in a hurry
But many thoughts I do carry
You should not worry
Since I got a goal
Decided not to fold
So I tell my dear Canary
Things right now may seem scary
If you go down to the other league
You may be a champion I do decree
Honestly, I must get back to the beach
Hope you learned from what I teach”
Later in the day
Royals wanted to play
“Let’s chase the foxes around
How does that sound?”
But after the hunt took a brake
That both sides did take
Protecting their own field
Foxes knew the deal
By putting one up on them
Now he Royals really needed to defend
When another one hit the board
Royal’s weekend ride turned into a chore
Asking for extra time
Foxes replied, ‘not on my dime’
Sending one home not being declined
A group nicknamed the Red Devils
Needed comfort they were at a certain level
Invitations went out from Old Stafford
Heated pitch fork staff holding back the laughter
Mr. Bourne took the message in stride
Showed up and truly did try
With one that went in
Mr. Bourne’s mouth was smiling
This did not stop the satanic crew
Since they were not through
Cherries were lured into a fight
Victory the demons right
Frustrated and in trouble
Mr. Bourne returned to his bubble
Mouth now tied shut
Red Devils saying, “so what”
Copyright © Marc O'Brien | Year Posted 2020
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