Friday finally came to the country burg
and all the town’s folk were there.
Excepting, of course, the four babies,
their sitters, and crabby Aunt Molly
who sat at home doing her hair.
By two PM on this uncommon day,
all animals were tended the day’s last care.
Tractors were quieted, last hay pitched,
families were gathered and piled in the truck,
then on to the big city, some praying a prayer.
After more than three hours, almost four,
a massive stadium claimed their collective stare.
Home of their favorite NFL team of them all,
it blocked only a fraction of the vast cityscape.
They were proud of Smalldale, but it didn’t compare.
Nervous and stunned, tickets in hand, Smalldale’s
faithful lurched to the gate, as if on a dare.
For years they had thought of this night, never
really imagining it real. Now as kickoff neared for Smalldale
High, the loyal fans hopes had morphed to a scare.
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