Friday, September 30, 2011

....sigh....



you let me down,
i feel so low, 
eleven seconds,
left to go,

my spirits soared,
my heart was glad,
but then it turn out,
really bad,

i've waited years,
this day to come,
your play it turned out,
somewhat dumb,

so with my head,
upon my chest,
a weary Ag fan, 
cheered her best.

2 comments:

Tyler said...

Nice poem! They'll get it together.

katezmom said...

Yeah, they get it together once every 18 games. tee hee- Greg was yelling at them through the TV--evidently they didn't hear