Two people of equal weight
Strong muscles straining
Both suddenly subdued with spiteful hate
Hand and buzzer the winner ordaining
In truth the real sport
Is the judging of the referee
Here the fighters are in his court
And he moves like a boat across the sea
The fact is that he moves across the ring
Slithering and crawling
All waiting for the finial ding
Or the contestants still and sprawling
Striped shirt with logos on either sleeve
Sponsorship like the fighters in the match
Except his own body does he heave
And both rule breakers and winners does he catch
Sometimes moving on head and toes
So he can spot the smallest changes
All to see the joys and woes
And anger’s varied verbal ranges
So, put simply, this is his domain
With the expert eye of a professional chef
He goes through the most entertaining strain
Enjoy watching the ref
Who had gone to the Headquarters
With my real age and a wagging tongue?
Who at The Board pounded me with mortars
From a determined snitching lung?
I guess a fellow while still standing
Didn’t aromatic gossip mind
In the area of Image Rebranding
A trusted helper of cops to a crook find!
Though, I could’ve sworn
Some fluffy cushion was the chap offered
For the journey that should have one worn,
Signaling that an honor had been conferred.
And there his fee was cleanly settled
For Good Flesh and Bones en-route rattled!
What next does A Forced Retiree:
New hopes recline on God, The Referee?
On a football pitch a frosty foul,
Spared by The Referee his booking howl
But not The Goalie’s condemning growl …
Just badly kicked was his jowl
By the scorer now wearing a scowl!
“The Luckiest-Red-Card-Excused Owl!”
Irrepressibly rise would one’s hackles,
After The Roughest of play tackles.
Whoever does not spleen vent in shackles,
As even a hen wronged by half cackles …
Now, what is clearly at stake
Is something of his he must take:
“The ball leaving to dive at legs
And keep hitting them as owner begs!”
Referee Skeleton was reluctant to join his brother
But he was urged by his sister, father and mother
So, he went to the speak easy and danced the night away
With Bojangles, his brother, who knows how to play.
They did the watusi, two step, and a few moves of their own.
Some of the women watched from afar, one gasped, one gave a moan.
They were a sight, these skeletons who knew how to dance.
I watched this all happen in a dive way down south of France.
Referee Skeleton got into it and began to jive all around.
He was soon the talk of the speak easy, the talk of the town.
Bojangles his brother felt shown up and ran swiftly away.
Referee Skeleton is down at Double D’s Dance Club, dancing today!
It takes two to get along
One remains,still strong
Till death do us part they swore
Fifty five years after, together no more
Sixty-three years later, it’s not the same
Today, only one player in a doubles game
Three linesmen to watch the match
To help the referee, missteps catch
We love the lonesome player so much
His feelings we hope, we can touch
Not for the public gallery, so trite
Only filial loyalty and love very bright
Happy Anniversary,Father dear
From us you have nothing to fear
We have been here, done this and that
It matters now only, where you're at.
douleur référée
donc le cœur apporte avec elle la tragédie
simultanée et pour toujours
un autre jour passe, une autre personne va par,
un autre ami a reçu, une autre personne meurt et
la douleur ne peut pas s'inscrire au plus profond de,
au lieu qu'il s'écoule à d'autres parties du corps
être responsable de maux qui ont fini, faites nous en ---
est-ce vraiment le cancer?
est-ce vraiment un accident vasculaire cérébral?
est-ce vraiment une crise cardiaque,
ou ont été ces tragédies atroces engendré de chagrin? ---
quelque chose en suspens,
qui fait écho ans plus tard
envoyer tremblements de terre à travers la structure
envoyer chocs foudre à travers le squelette
reste,
tout au nom de
notre nature humaine ridicule
tout cela au nom de notre
petites idiosyncrasies de l'homme
qui, inévitablement, il est plus difficile de survivre
peu importe combien nous essayons.