Our center's nose was runny. Our forwards had the flu.
The guards were feeling funny. That's why we lost to you.
Your team is overrated. We really didn't try.
Our coach was constipated. I'm telling you no lie.
Now go and take a shower and hop back on your bus.
You know we'll beat you next time, so you'd best watch out for
Text © Timothy Tocher, reprinted from Rolling
in the Aisles published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration
© Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem
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