Outhouse National Basketball Convention

by Michael Dowdin - Not entered

Everyone likes a good game of 
fast paced basketball.
The game is usually started with
a loud bugle call.

If there happen to be a problem,
they will call an arbitrator.
During half time for entertainment,
out came a turkey impersonator.

The best day to take your family
is on Friday; today.
If you are lucky, you just might
see the miracle play.

Only the rich and famous can
afford an expensive box seat.
Hoping not to get hit in the
head with someone's cleat.

One famous coach always wore 
a jacket of red and blue tweed.
The two opposing coaches greet
each other before they proceed.

Rick and Black provided security,
also for this profession.
Taking special precautions for the
money at each concession.

However, the kids want an athletic
top that is authentic.
The younger kids care more about
the sights and music.

While the mothers are asking the
fathers, "what's the score?"
Their kids are screaming for 
popcorn and druinks, "I want more!"

By that time, an important play has
been made.
The fathers are mad, because they
missed it getting lemonade.

If you become lucky and went to 
the winning team's locker.
You might be in for a big surprise
and a good shocker.

Copyright (C) 1995 Marva L. Dowdin

Reason for writing:

    Everyone likes a good game of fast paced basketball. Except
when the fathers become distracted by mothers wanting to know
the score or to explain that particular call. This poem is from
my book, "When It's Ok To Be Crazy!"  
Marva L. Dowdin

    

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Date created: 1997-01-08 00:31:34
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:14
Poem ID: 46406

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