As the leaves begin to change and the sun begins to back away
it is that time again, for men everywhere to yell,
jump up and down, hoot and holler
at the completed 40 yard pass,
inside the ten yard line
first and goal.
Meanwhile she looks at us, waiting for what we promised
her time with us, with a movie so we can watch
and cry, and laugh, holding hands,
Don’t ever forget men, who you truly love,
and that cuddles beats huddles
every single time.
Poetry © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
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