Donald J Bennett Poet Free verse

We'Re Number One

Another week has come and gone
The TV’s playing; the game's just coming on
They pound their chests and drink their beer
Waiting for game time to shout and cheer
All the rounds of drinks they've pored
Their team has won; a victory scored
The fans go wild; scream “we’re number one”
When in fact not a thing they've done
Another week now come and gone
The TV’s playing; the game is on
Another round of drinks they've pored
Their team has lost; no victory scored
You hear not a call; no screams, or shout
They’ll win again they have no doubt 
Another week, another game, another score
Another round of drinks they’ll pore

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Don Johnson November 22, 2013 at 12:53 AM The temporary heroes scorned if they lose? how it is hey, good point to make mate, well done mate ...

Bl Devnath November 5, 2013 at 9:49 AM This is one kind of enjoyment of life. In win we say hurray up and in defeat feel sorrow. Its natural. Nice observation penned in poem, my poet friend. Loved always, bl

Terry O'Leary November 3, 2013 at 9:02 AM Yes, the games have their 'goals'... and the watchers are the losers... good poem... Terry (& thank you for your kind words)