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A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY
MISTAKEN IDENITY
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This is a tale I often tell, which ends in awful woe.
About a game where violence fell, and believe me I should know!
It's all about a football fray that's played by angry foes,
butt in the end a point was made, and this is how it goes:
"We play a team that's rough and mean, a football power house;
they swamp their foes with wicked blows, each man's a lousy louse!
We hate these guys and I surmise we'll tangle when we meet.
We'll find a way to make them pay, and teach them to be sweet!
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So came the day for our big fray, and here's the strangest thing;
the uniforms that they had on, like ours ....were gold and green!
Now in this game with colors same 'twas hard to tell who's who,
for there we came to fill an aim, a tough thing now to do.
So came the call to kick the ball, I'm there to make the play;
I caught the thing and off I spring, this match is underway!
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I ran the ball and hit a wall, as tacklers piled on top;
but underneath a ton of "beef" I planned a scheming plot;
tho' bent and kinked my thoughts all linked, I found the perfect spot;
for there beneath that massive heap, like twins, our colors blend,
and in my face I cannot place ... just whose is that rear end,
and below this mix there lay some sticks,
I chose to poke his butt; to teach that swine to be more kind,
and show him who is tough. So, without ado I shoved it through,
and drove the splinter home; there came a cry that rang on high,
that reached to kingdom come. And now out there, most everywhere,
men's hearts are stout and glad; but mine is wane from all the pain,
'twas my behind I stabbed!!
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William E. Hardison / (c)
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