The Latest UCLA Football Debacle
I looked out and saw rainy weather.
Why not watch boys kick pigskin leather?
What if rain was barley juice, not water -
to the magnavox and my alma mater.
A strange woman says "fix the door".
Where have I heard that voice before?
A green field where blue and gold bodies lay,
the uniforms of UCLA,
like a photo by Mathew Brady -
Do I know that voice? Who is this lady?
And who is responsible for this ruin?
He goes by the name of Joe Bruin.
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