March Madness. Poem by david lessard

this March madness is already driving me up a wall,
I watch my favorite teams compete and strive to win;
today two of the favored ones have taken their fall,
reduced to losers, cast aside in basketball's dustbin.

only one safely survives, the one I thought would lose,
they're from my home state, where basketball's a dream;
the number one seed they'll face, they cannot choose,
it will surely bring them back to reality, it seems.

only a miracle can save them now that's what I think,
a willful act of God, that intervenes with playful glee;
they are on the cusp of falling, downward, off the brink,
the odds of losing are mortifying, at least to only me.

stranger things have happened, leastwise, I am told,
but 100 to 1 shots have won the Derby once or twice;
yet, reality causes me to think, that they will fold,
hey, if they make a liar out of me, that would be nice.

I sit intent and watch with popcorn in my sweaty hand,
and sip a cola to quench and satisfy my hardy thirst;
it's here, at home, in my easy chair, I'll take my stand,
and hope for victory, but prepared to face the worst.