Twirling Wands Poem by Coolwater Menstruums Shannon Daron Strauss

I USED TO LOVE WATCHING SCHOOL SPORTS FRIDAY NIGHTS

THE HALFTIME SHOWS WERE ALWAYS OUT OF SIGHT

BACK THEN THE PRETTY WOMEN WERE ON DRILL TEAMS AND MARCHING BANDS

I ALWAYS WONDERED HOW DID THEY GET SUCH SKILLFUL HANDS

TWIRLING THEIR WANDS IN ALL DIRECTIONS; OVER THEIR HEADS BEHIND THEIR BACKS

THEY'D LIGHT UP THE NIGHT GLITTERED IN GOLD ALOT OF TIMES DRESSED IN BLACK

THOSE WANDS WERE MAGICAL THEN, I REALLY BELIEVE THAT

TO THIS DAY I WONDER WHERE THEY ARE

PROBABLY SOMEWHERE TWIRLING A STAR

ENSTRANGED: ONE NIGHT AT THE GAME DRINKING HOT COCO, MY DRINK BECAME HALF-FROZE

AFTER ONE OF THE WANDS HAD DROPPED; I COULDN'T MOVE TILL SHE PICKED IT UP

THEN I WENT FOR ANOTHER SIP OUT OF AN EMPTY CUP

NO SPILLS NO MESS WHAT WAS GOING ON

A DOMINO EFFECT I THOUGHT THE SHOW WAS BLOWN

UNTIL I SAW THE MAGIC REALLY HAPPEN....

SOME GIRLS SENT THEIR WANDS TWIRLING HIGH IN THE AIR

WHILE THE OTHERS SAW I WAS THERE

YOUNG HANDSOME AND STRONG; THEY WERE GRANTING MY WISH

ENCIRCLING ME W/ CHARM AND ENCHANTMENT

TAKING TURNS SIPPING FROM MY DRINK....

WHAT WAS I SUPPOSE TO THINK....

BUT ALL FOR ME THEY HAD LEFT THE FIELD

BEFORE I KNEW IT; A WHISTLE BLEW, AND THEY WERE PUNTING THE PEEL

THOSE WANDS WERE MAGICAL.... I MISS THOSE DAYS