Poem.

As excited as a little child, and always just as wild

the tube can’t hear your outrage, I plead as I turn the page

TOUCHDOWN!! he screams with glee, and I wonder if it’s just me

Just one more quarter–he explains–what about “Big Brother” I exclaim!

PENALTY??!! he frowns, while jumping up and down

My voice falls on deaf ears, and this goes on for years

I always wonder, in a way, will he grow up today?!

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