Hut--20--19--39--Hut
HUT-20-19-39!!! Hut!
Between the quarterback and walls
of solid muscles, breath it stalls,
defensive backs are rushing for
the aiming pass, an act of war
exploding gridiron, what a mess,
the flag is thrown, 5 yards, I'd guess.
The line is made, on thirty eight
the ball is snapped a little late,
first down is missed, so punt the ball
and let it lay where it may fall.
Offensive line comes in again
with grunts and groans and primed to win!
With twenty seconds left to play
a pass complete, no more to say
less than a yard--to go to win
and so they rush and put it in.
The extra point is made as planned,
this game's not meant to understand.
Just mess things up, the best you can.
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