A poem on: My first ever high school tackle football game for the Woodlands Rams against the St.Martin Snakes.
The change room was pumping with glee
It seemed as if a win was guaranteed
Music was being blasted at its max
All our teammates were so relaxed
But little did we know what would happen after
We marched onto the field with so much hope
We thought we would wash them away like soap
Our heads held high towards the sky
We gave out our battle cry
But little did we know what would happen after
The referee blew his whistle with great might
Twelve of us stood there tight like knights
We received the football and brought it down field
While St. Martins created their powerful shield
But little did we know what would happen after
Suddenly disaster seemed to strike
As our offensive linesmen were totally psyched.
Our QB got sacked and fumbled the ball
St. Martins gave out a joyful call.
But little did we know what would happen after
Mistake after mistake our team seemed to make
Keeping score gave me a headache
St. Martins appeared to score again and again
Mostly because no one was playing contain
But little did we know what would happen after
The result of the game looked very clear
It made us all want to disappear
We all knew next game changes would have to be made
And all the screw ups shouldn’t get to partake
Thus we went off the field like a ruined parade

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