Sports Make Me Mad
Sports Make Me Mad
Sports make me mad.
because they stole my dad.
We went to school.
and learned the golden rule.
Dad went to work.
Free golf was just one perk.
Loved weekends rare…
He was golfing here…there.
Home after school
Enough time for a duel…
Oh, no not hugs.
Got to work out the bugs.
Improve the swing.
Head down, arms right…those things.
Golf or football…
Spring! Summer! Winter! Fall!
He played them all.
Oh, he gave up baseball.
Playing that is.
Sports engrossed; his business.
Sports stole my dad.
These days, he knows me not.
It is too bad.
What fun we could have had.
And that is sad.
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