And That Won't Do

And that won't do
As what I first thought
To bring to you
With your near but daily verse
You've come to need
Which I'm happy to bleed
Was to make it about the ball
The one about the foot
And not the Base

Aye though I've dreamed
And fervently wished more
Of the latter sport
It's the 100th season
Of the NFL
And that's enough of a reason
For me to race down the field
And score between the posts
With great poet's speed
Because I've got better legs to run
Than arms to pass

Or had in my younger days
Because the body ain't 
The way that once it was
No that this
Has anything to do
With Football no
But if you came here
Expecting this to be
The Football poem
This ain't the poem for you

Though that's a good idea.
Give me a month perhaps
Or even longer
And I might just give you what
You want for that
Just not tonight
As I gamely write
About myself
Rather than the game
Where you can make your name
If you're big and strong
Yes rough and tough
Though even a wimp like me
Played a similar sport
And didn't get killed
So you never know
What kind of toughness
Anyone can have

This didn't do at all
As I barely touched down
On the Footer's Ball
So to anyone
Who happened by
And heard the cry
Are you ready for
A little you know what
I just had to touch on the game
As it's on now
With the Bears of Chicago
Playing the Packers of Green Bay
Hip hip hooray
Football's back again

Not that I care 
Like oh so much
About the sport
With the pigged skin
To see it well aired out
Then have it caught
And ran on in
To make the bit score
I could do with more
Yes more of that

And just like that
I was back in the game
With a second half dash
As much as I can make me one
When my younger whens
Are sadly done
And my glory years
Weren't glorious at all

But out of that shit
Came some wit
And talent too
Which is how I do
This thing here
For it was in the first good quarter
Of my stupid life
That the gift of poetry
So came to be

Only the game it ended
No not the opener
That's still in the first good half
With the Bears ahead
And the Packers behind
Which I rather mind
Because I've long since liked
The Packers yes
And Bears like naw
Though there's a few I like
So I always have a team
About which to dream

No the sadful ending
Of which I speak
Is this here poem
That ain't no football verse
But you can't cuss and curse
My stupid name
Because I talked of the game
And gave it a title
That has nothing to do
With the Foot at all

So sit your ass down
The field's still good
And it's understood
That I'll be back
And next damn time
I'll bust me out the rhyme
About the game
You can be sure of that
Yeah you can be sure of that indeed

Charles Petrie

Date 
09-05-19

Time 
20:26-21:08=42 Minutes

Word Count

546