Lucy’s
Down
Lunacy of
the perfectionist is Lucy’s clown
Why’d you
think she goddamnit moves the football Charlie Brown?
She knows
the lines and the way
This
comic Belichick chick’s a perfectionist
So clear
the ground to see it’s flat and sound
Inspect
the mound and pat it down
But
notice the frown on Lucy’s face
Frustration
ripples thru’ the crowd because it’s not satin and lace
She’s
noticed a scuff mark in the dust
Call out
the groundskeeper before she explodes to bust
Stand
back as dearest L once more inspects
All clear
she smiles, as sweat runs down everyone’s back
Oh Ms
Fussbucket’s a joy when she smiles
But don’t
be fooled into thinking its all clear for miles
Her
mind’s eye sees everything Euclid’s
way
No
touchdown, the team knows its Archimedes’ death ray!
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