Football Stories (Acrostic Poem)

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For everyday I sit and listen I cry

Over and over the same old why

Old cranky voice is stuck in my head from your mouth

Till tonight you go back to the south

Balling my eyes from your teaching

All my mouth does is screeching

Louder and louder by day you get

Later you'll be in debt

Sad to see you go so soon

The weapon I use is a spoon

Or do i use this thing

Really would it ding

I sit and weep till your gone

Even I say 'I can't wait till your the ugly swan'

So happy to see you leave

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