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| "You be the quarterback," I told her. She had shining eyes And a pretty face. She was a real smart girl Whom all us boys chased. The others agreed without hesitation. Good for her! She was very important For once in her life. She was ready and able, And so we recognized. The team assembled And waited for her. Then up drove a truck, Painted old, fading green, Blaring loud music; We couldn't hear a thing! It was her granny Looking for her, Making sure she couldn't play. A stumpy old broad--a real bitch, Wearing round spectacles, Rumored to be a witch! She spoke broken English, Nagging at her. I cursed back in her native German! Then something strange happened when I interfered; Except for those glasses, The old woman disappeared! I found myself yelling back at them To defend her, Telling those glasses crawling like a crab Around at my feet on the cool ground To get in the truck, Leave her alone and go back! The glasses twitched around And stared at her. I should have stomped them to bits! (The girl ran off--"Come back!" Granny said.) But how to explain they were just glasses If granny reappeared in them dead? They fluttered back to the truck And left her. Then granny reappeared whole in the cab. I knew she was pissed at me for getting into it, So I dodged behind some car rails To avoid getting hit! The angry old woman peeled off. I yelled to her To come back to the field So we could start our game. But she remained sitting sadly in the road Too depressed then to come back and play. |
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