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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 finest 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 greatest on earth For the Dogs meant 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, were not willing to act Like a team that was wimpy and weak For the rain and the mud were the life and the blood Of the Hogs when they played at their peak With their 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 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 darkness turned sunny once more The game's final call was decided by Paul On a play that was fourth 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 of the team were so ready to scream With a second or two left to score But the boy and his pass were reduced by the grass That was fed by a Hog to a bore.

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Date: 3/30/2022 6:15:00 AM
Brilliant meter, cadence, rhyme..whatever you wish to call it..just a terrific read.. and brilliant Bryan. Cheers - Gary
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