Tail Gate Party Poem by NikiAlex Zander

We are at the Stadium, at Our usual spot.
We use ten spaces, that's O.K., its a huge parking lot.

We have a good time, We don't mind Waiting,
We have a good time, We are just Tailgating.

Miss Red is here, queing the Dogs teasing The Boys,
Working that grill, making lots of noise.
Showing the Guys one of Her Toys.
Homemade buns, grilled onion, just One of Her joys.

Shaking Her stuff, doing Her thing,
Its a Sunday Afternoon, We are just Tailgatin'.

We like tailgating, do it all season long.
Good friends, good food, You can't go wrong.

Bobby Joe brought the Brats, hot of the grill,
'Cajun~Style' flatbread, hot sauce set on kill.
I know You don't want to call Me a liar,
You have One of those, Your mouth is on Fire.

There are plenty of Fans They come from all around,
We live close~by, This is Our Town.
We cheer for Our Team, the Stadium is always full OF IT..
We lose a Close Game, We Don't take any BULL...

The Game is on soon, its always a thrill,
MissRed wants the Eagles to win, I don't think They will.
Should be a good Game, Everyone is excited,
We do have extra seats, but You have to be invited.

We have a good time be it Fall or Winter,
When We are Tailgatin', EVERYONES A WINNER! !