"Wawfullah Ball on Plupitor's Peek"
A perfect day’s catch for a Wawfullah Ball match
In the sky was no drizzle, just dry
The teams were all set for the game to beget
The trophy, was 3 stories high.
The Mitzan twice tooted, the players all scooted
On the field, so anxious to begin
The ref, he explained the rules to the game
Have fun, only one team can win
A Quiladak smacked, and the ball got wacked
The Score was now Frizzle to Fry
The goalie had tried, but failed to ride
The Wawfullah ball bounce was too high
A Palogalog’s toss of the ball in the moss
Paused the game, as the evening drew near
The score double Frack, so they all came back
To settle a tie it was clear
Next day the ref drew, from his drazzlebagoo
A new Wawfullah ball speckled and spotted
The mitzan blew loud, and cheers roared from the crowd
While the players all trampled and trotted.
Up one side then down, spinning around
The Quiladak’s practiced finesse
The Palogalog’s however were seeming to sever
Themselves from a win, what a mess.
So tired and true, their antlinkles turned blue
And The Palogalog’s found second wind
The Quiladak’s tried to keep the score tied
But the timer was reading Garzind
Garfoon, and Garclover the game was now over
The final score, Frobble to Freem
The mitzan honked steady, as the crowd it got ready
To hoist up the day’s winning team.
The winners grand prize, was the trophy’s grand size
Large enough to accommodate plenty
Lavish and Lush, purple pillows all plush
The victors would sleep, each with twenty
The slumbering players, just overnight stayer’s
The Luxruy’s conclusion at dawn
For on Plupitor's Peek, was a contest each week
Seeking who had the brains and the brawn.
Written by Ray W. 06/24 © 2011
A perfect day’s catch for a Wawfullah Ball match
In the sky was no drizzle, just dry
The teams were all set for the game to beget
The trophy, was 3 stories high.
The Mitzan twice tooted, the players all scooted
On the field, so anxious to begin
The ref, he explained the rules to the game
Have fun, only one team can win
A Quiladak smacked, and the ball got wacked
The Score was now Frizzle to Fry
The goalie had tried, but failed to ride
The Wawfullah ball bounce was too high
A Palogalog’s toss of the ball in the moss
Paused the game, as the evening drew near
The score double Frack, so they all came back
To settle a tie it was clear
Next day the ref drew, from his drazzlebagoo
A new Wawfullah ball speckled and spotted
The mitzan blew loud, and cheers roared from the crowd
While the players all trampled and trotted.
Up one side then down, spinning around
The Quiladak’s practiced finesse
The Palogalog’s however were seeming to sever
Themselves from a win, what a mess.
So tired and true, their antlinkles turned blue
And The Palogalog’s found second wind
The Quiladak’s tried to keep the score tied
But the timer was reading Garzind
Garfoon, and Garclover the game was now over
The final score, Frobble to Freem
The mitzan honked steady, as the crowd it got ready
To hoist up the day’s winning team.
The winners grand prize, was the trophy’s grand size
Large enough to accommodate plenty
Lavish and Lush, purple pillows all plush
The victors would sleep, each with twenty
The slumbering players, just overnight stayer’s
The Luxruy’s conclusion at dawn
For on Plupitor's Peek, was a contest each week
Seeking who had the brains and the brawn.
Written by Ray W. 06/24 © 2011
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