Thrown Interceptions Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Your thrown interceptions,
Meant for me to get...
Have not been in my reach.
Yet you say for me intended.

Your thrown interceptions,
Meant for me to catch...
Seems to have somebody else,
Prepared to know just where to fetch.

When you placed your call,
Then stalled on me to tease...
I knew right then even though stunned,
You picked somebody else to please.

When you placed your call,
You set me up to fall right down.
And when I fell to the ground...
You left me feeling like a stupid clown.

Your thrown interceptions,
You say for me intended.
But somebody else knew where to fetch,
To intercept what you gave then left.

I want to know,
Who's next...
To ntercept.
And...
Who did you pick,
For kicks to tease then leave.

I want to know,
Who's next...
To intercept.
And...
Who did you pick,
For kicks to tease then leave.