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Footebrawl

A blonde beside me at the game
Was friendly, so I kissed her .
“You’re out-of-bounds,” she snapped, and slapped.
O- o-o what a wallop, sister!
I said, “I beg of you, do not
Confuse me with the masses;
My dear, this is the season for
All kinds of forward passes!”

by Ray Romine Tuesday, August 7, 1951