It's happened once again this year

My husband's so in love, I fear

With his new mistress, Football Dear

I cease to be, when she is near

From first light, as he leaves his bed

To dark of night, when all's been said

Unless a helmet's on my head

To him I might as well be dead

He craves the action she displays

As down the field she boldly sways

And thrills at all the daring plays

In which she scores so many ways

With clever tricks, she reels him in

To leagues where fantasy's the spin

Then like a hussy will begin

To charge for all the fun within

And though her love is not the norm

Seduction using kettle corn

Works just as well, as if she'd worn

Some negligee designed for porn

But when the crowds no longer make

Her banners fly and pompoms shake

Like Rip Van Winkle, he'll awake

And then his love, back I shall take

Carol Smith

West Seattle