Treasure Island

Fred Babbin

(1925 / Chicago)

FOOTBALL


With Apologies to Oliver Twist and everybody else.

Football, glorious football.
Don't care what it looks like -.
Burned! Underdone! Crude!
Don't care what those crooks like.
Just thinking of growing fat.-
Our senses go reeling.
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling from sitting on
the couch!
Football, glorious football!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more,
that's all that we should live for.
Why should we be fated
to do nothing but brood
on football,
magical football,
wonderful football,
marvelous football,
fabulous football,
beautiful football,
glorious football!

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2008
Edited: Sunday, January 03, 2010

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  • john tiong chunghoo (8/24/2008 8:28:00 AM)

    sometimes i love football too, but just watching the games because my friends are watching too.
    good one fred. (Report) Reply

  • Linda Ori (2/8/2008 12:41:00 PM)

    Well, Fred, that's a totally new perspective on the wonderful game of FOOTBALL! It almost makes it a classic. I couldn't agree with you more. Being a woman, I also have my own perspective, if you're interested - read my 'Football' poem.
    Nice job!
    Linda :) (Report) Reply

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