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October 12, 2009
3:18 PM
Sock Her

This piece was originally written for Dr. Laurie Ricou's ENGL 464 class. It mocks Kristen-Chantelle Woo's nightmarishly terrible poem called "The Game of Soccer".

The stadium is full, the great crowd—hushed.
The players run afield, the women blush.

The men wave flags, the children cheer and clap—
There is that whistle—now! The heart's dread trap

Releases all its valves as—up and high—
The ball is fired, piercing through the sky.

Over the heads and centre field—and still—
Received with great ease—there! O! Sweat and skill

Can not be stopped by thicket, moat or wall.
Alas, the player, rushed and flushed—the goal

Is missed! It was a feign, a fail, a fault,
To be forgiven—never. The assault

On players' lives (and wives) and names begins.
Two crowds both roar for blood. Their vicious grins

Cause heads to roll off shoulders low and slumped:
"You goddamn dummy! Couldn't you have jumped?"

A player's life's a tale of fear and dread—
A doll, a manikin—life hanging by a thread.

And it is hoped that, following his trip,
He will not split his true beloved's lip.