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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

Date: 10/1/2020 8:36:00 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
Date: 10/2/2020 11:13:00 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

Date: 10/1/2020 2:46:00 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
Date: 10/1/2020 5:51:00 PM

Thank you, Gershon. I'm glad you liked my poem. :) Peace, Angie

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 9/29/2020 11:11:00 PM

Memories of old when we used to enjoy games. I used to prefer tennis though. Lovely poem. ~~

Angela Crabtree
Date: 9/30/2020 8:34:00 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