sitting on the bench I waved
and cheered my teammates on,
when finally a whistle blew,
I ran out on the field to find
that someone changed the rules.
Would have been nice
to have a copy to review
while I sat there thinking
what I'd do if it were I out there,
and now I am, and everyone is angry
Whistles blow, flags thrown down.
It's enough to make me wish
that I had taken up another sport,
or just stayed home and watched
it on TV with you instead.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
Please do not ask me what this means, because I don't quite know myself.
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