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 The Bull
This is the saga of Bull
he could have been one of the greatest of the game,
With the size and strength of his namesake
but sadly his I.Q. was the same.
Coach tried every position to utilize
this monster of a man,
But that was like trying
to sweep a beach clean of its sand.
So Bull rides the bench
hoping to get into the game,
To hear the roar of the crowd as a hero
they called out his name.
But his chances are really slim
as this is the last game of the year,
Playing for the conference championship
as the final seconds drew near.
Coach is sweating blood, as he yanks out
what’s left of his hair,
With the backfield out with injuries
but look to the bench he does dare.
For it’s been a brutal game
a battlefield would be a better word,
Injured players littered the sidelines
so looking to the bench would be absurd.
For coach knows who remains
the only one left standing upright,
He knows it’s slowwitted Bull
and he cries at the sadness of his plight.
For his career is winding down
and he wants a championship ring,
And he wonders what terrible sin
caused God in his life for Bull to bring.
He quickly calls a timeout
to plan the games last play,
With tears running down his cheeks
he knows what he has to say.
He calls Bull to his side
to tell him what he has to do,
He believes Bull can do it
for the ball rests on the two.
Coach was proud of his pep talk
he could see the fire flaring in Bull’s eyes,
Coach believed himself, he was thinking
I am so wise.
Just put your head down and run
run until the whistle you hear,
The crowd will roar for you
for you the crowd will cheer.
As they lined up for the final play
the defense didn’t know what to think,
Who was this mean looking monster
and was their blood he going to drink?
Coach could see their fear
and he knew just what that meant,
Instead of being punished by God
the boy was Heaven sent!
The center hiked the ball
Bull charged like a runaway train,
He plowed everything in his way
the bodies fell like rain.
As Bull stepped across the goal line
coach jumped and shouted with glee,
But I guess he had been so nervous and tense
he just didn’t see.
Bull never touched the football
as everyone discovered too, late,
Especially the confused quarterback
who stumbled and fell back at the eight.
JRS © 1998
the"Okie" Poet
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