Angela Crabtree Poet Rhyme

The Game

We made another touchdown
Without a penalty
As children on the playground
Full of amenity

You made it to the zone
Again without a flag
We act the same when grown
In formation zig zag

Now we're at the field goal line
No fumble in our grasp
Stay inside the sideline
Three points again I gasp

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John Watt October 1, 2020 at 8:36 PM Fun football scrimmage, Angie! If we can only avoid those flags and fumbles, we can usually do well in life. Thank you for mentioning this in your comment. Take care ~ John Angela Crabtree October 2, 2020 at 11:13 AM I just realized I have a cliche in my poem, but I think I'll leave it because it's football. Thank you for reading and commenting. :) Peace, Angie

Gershon Wolf October 1, 2020 at 2:46 PM Cute rhyme there, Angela: 'penalty and amenity.' And I like the point made about game-playing. Do we ever really 'grow up?' (Hope not!). Light and Joy, Gershon Angela Crabtree October 1, 2020 at 5:51 PM Thank you, Gershon. I'm glad you liked my poem. :) Peace, Angie

Victor Buhagiar September 29, 2020 at 11:11 PM Memories of old when we used to enjoy games. I used to prefer tennis though. Lovely poem. ~~ Angela Crabtree September 30, 2020 at 8:34 AM I love tennis too :) I thought I would write something different because it's football season. Thanks for commenting on my poem. Peace, Angie