Game On

On the couch,
We all sprawl.
We watch college

Players shoot,
Dribble and pass.
*Swoosh* slam-dunk -
No Plexiglass!

Players push,
There's a foul.
Dad protests -
Starts to howl.

Dad yells at
The TV.
Extreme fan -
Wild banshee.

We leave Dad
To his hoops,
Or we'll go deaf
From his whoops.


Author Amok said...

Hi, Bridget. We're not following college hoops this year. The Ravens' Super Bowl run was enough sports drama for us this year (and I was the one deafening people with whoops). I like how the opening line of your poem feels cozy, so we know Dad's sports drama is safe!

Bridget Magee said...

Thanks, Laura! Now that we live in Tucson - we root for the UofA, but only passively. My husband is not a "wild banshee/extreme fan". =)

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