Football Poem by Louis Jenkins

Football

Rating: 3.5


I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back...
I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield...
What the hell is this? This isn't a football, it's a shoe, a man's
brown leather oxford. A cousin to a football maybe, the same
skin, but not the same, a thing made for the earth, not the air.
I realize that this is a world where anything is possible and I
understand, also, that one often has to make do with what one
has. I have eaten pancakes, for instance, with that clear corn
syrup on them because there was no maple syrup and they
weren't very good. Well, anyway, this is different. (My man
downfield is waving his arms.) One has certain responsibilities,
one has to make choices. This isn't right and I'm not going
to throw it.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
J P Klegg 27 June 2005

I thought this was funny and I guess it's what you call prose poetry. It ought to be read before every Punt, Pass & Kick competition.

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Brian Jani 16 June 2014

Fascinating poem here louise

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Billy Bob 30 November 2018

I like tacos at midnight!

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Lil Pump 13 March 2018

Ugly That poem is a piece of your mommy's YOU! ! ! !

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me daddy 25 January 2021

i want to a pretty girl

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Coochie Man 17 November 2020

I’m different 😏😯🦸‍♂️

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Coochie man 11 November 2020

It can lick my hole 🕳

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Coochie man 11 November 2020

It can lick my hole 🕳

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Coochie man 11 November 2020

It can lick my hole 🕳

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