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Six-Five and Two-Forty
by Everett (dale) Pogue
copyright 10-17-2007


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
From out of the West like a cowboy of old
he came...with deep-set eyes that were hard and cold.
His muscles glistened as sweat-soaked he stood
and beat on his chest screaming loudly, "I'm good!"

His teammates were awestruck and quick to agree
that hitting this guy was like tackling a tree.
"You right man! You Good!",They yelled loud and sporty.
"Can't no cat stop you. You six-five and two-forty!"

The school songs were chanted; the pledge quickly read
Each team gathered close hearing all the coach said.
The Mustangs kicked off with an end-zone boomer.
That they could be tough wasn't a rumor.

Six-five and two-forty got down in his stance
and growled cross the line "Hey, junior, let's dance!".
He didn't yet know what he soon would know plenty
that he would be sparring five-nine and two-twenty.

" Your name Booth boy? Any kin to old John?
Let's play some chess Booth. You be the pawn."
He spit through the space where teeth had once been.
It caught on his face-guard and dripped from his chin.

The quarterback shouted, "Set one! Hut,Hut, Two!"
Bodies collided rolling in the night's dew.
Six-five and two-forty lay flat on his butt.
His ears were both ringing. His nose had a cut.

Not a Mustang believed what took place that night,
Six-five and two-forty whipped alive in a fight.
As the last whistle blew he'd had more than-a-plenty
From the Booth kid he trashed; five-nine and two-twenty.









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10-22-2007 Walter Jones    

I was captured by the words, s they unfolded a write filled with many mind triggers and application, special in phrase and voice, mind grabs, smith like use of vocabulary, placement perfection.. Walt


10-21-2007 Lyle Berry    

Dale,
This rocked!! The rhyme and rhythm were wonderfully assembled and the tale told even better. I always like it when the underdog triumphs over the bully. Great write!!

Best Regards,
Lyle


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