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The Bulldogs and the Mudhogs

Football brought shivers to folks in Three Rivers With slivers of Fall in the air And the crowd was excited but not so delighted By weather more cloudy than fair A player named Paul was the proudest of all And he played for a team that was great Yes he played for a team and the sake of a dream To be known as the best in the State The Bulldogs were bruisers more often than losers And Paul's game was proving his worth He was better each year with a dad who was clear That his son was the finest on Earth They were planning to squash all the boys from Mud Wash A team that was zero and nine But all of their scorn was like buckets of corn To the 'Hogs who refused to be swine The Mudhogs, in fact, we're not willing to act Like a team that is tepid and weak For the rain and the mud were the life and the blood Of the boys when they played at their peak With pride on the line and a reason to shine All the Mudhogs were ready at last But the half-time arrived and the 'Hogs that survived Were dismayed by the two-quarters past Now the Bulldogs who led by just three points ahead Were convinced that the Mudhogs were done But the ‘Hogs made it clear they had nothing to fear From a team that was ranked number one For the MudHogs to win they would have to begin To disprove what the Bulldogs had said So they fought with a strength that was better at length By the way they came back from the dead The fourth quarter came and the score was to blame When the fans said the game was a dud But a storm cloud appeared and the Mudhogs were cheered By the downpour of rain and the mud The Bulldogs were floored by the 'Hogs when they scored And the latter were leading by four But the Bulldogs were glad by the weather they had When the grey sky turned sunny once more Well the call went to Paul who was sure of it all On a play that was first down and goal And he knew they would win by the size of his grin And the play of a team on a roll The fans and their team were so ready to scream With a second or two left to score But Paul and his pass were reduced by the grass That was fed by a 'Hog to a bore.

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Date: 1/26/2023 4:47:00 PM
I really like this one Brian. As an old high school foot!ball coach, I remember a real life game that this could have been patterned after. Nicely done....and congrats on the placement.
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Date: 1/25/2023 11:26:00 PM
Congrats on 6th place in my contest! Great imaginative baseball write. Love the detail and and the homespun feel of it. Americana at its best!
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Date: 2/7/2021 7:18:00 AM
This is absolutely fantastic Bryan. Great story, rhyme and everything else I love in a poem. I'm off to read it again. Congratulations. Cheers - Gary
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Bryan Norton
Date: 2/7/2021 7:03:00 PM
Thank you, Gary. I really appreciate your comments. I've tinkered with it quite a bit and hopefully it's much better now.

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