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Sides
It makes no difference,
whether heads or tails.
It's legal tender, that prevails.
When choosing sides,
to play a game.
Who chooses the old,
and the lame?
When I order,
a side of beef,
to be drawn and quartered,
might bring relief.
No matter which side,
you choose to join.
You'll be blamed for joining,
kicked in the groin.
For football is,
another name for life.
The Super Bowl isn't reached,
without sacrifice and strife.
So whatever side you are on,
I don't care at all,
I'm on your side,
Until the fall.
And then, I'm betting on,
the other side to win.
Copyright 2022 © Ronald W. Hull
2/3/22
You can read and print this poem at my website here.
Love ya!
Jane
Rebecca
you never disappoint your work is always kool and enjoyable
peace be with you
I remember when nobody wanted me in the side....Lol
Peace be with you
William
Fee
Regis. 🌳🌺🌲😊🍁