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.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2022
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