It was nineteen-eighty and I felt great -
off to the carnival with Brenda on a date.
Am I really going out with this beauty?
Showing her a good time - that was my duty.
Under the stars, on the intramural field,
her excitement for the rides was unconcealed.
The stars and lights flashed in her pretty eyes -
it was like fireworks exploding in the skies,
but I was looking at a lot more than that -
and was hoping for more than rides and a chat.
For her fun was a ride on a Ferris wheel,
but I was all wrapped up in her sex appeal.
We were together, but on a different page,
The rides scared me - upside down in a cage!
My goodness, that was forty-five years ago.
I wish I could have shared her experience, though.
And that was my first and last date with Brenda,
a boy and a girl with a different agenda.
Everybody can dance
But being a graceful dancer
Makes you standout
I have seen one like this
When i visited intramural
Of my yongest daughter
There's a dance competition
The move is simple but beautiful
Yet, her grace was enormous
Graceful moves so they say
It's good to watch, not boring
It's entertaining because
She bring dance into life
Seems like flow with the music
Body softness and timing
She's happy the way she dance
I just known that she's good
In dance and in class too.
To get it, the hot-blooded campus youth
booed and cheered, screamed and shrieked,
fought and cheated.
It fanned the hysteria of intramural sports
where the losers wailed, the vicotrs
jubilated.
Now rusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish,
the Overall Champion Trophy
once golden,
lost in the rubble of the demolished gym,
a relic of youthful seasons
now forgotten!
for it, the hot-blooded campus youth
booed and cheered, fought and cheated;
adrift in the hysteria of intramural sports,
the losers wailed, the victors jubilated;
now dusty, it leans on a heap of rubbish,
the Overall Champion trophy once golden,
lost in the rubbles of the demolished gym,
a relic of a youthful season long forgotten!