Poets Vs. Wildcats

Coach entreats us to control the clock. But how can one not ponder "time's winged chariot," or "Time the foe of Man's dominion"? Pondering leads to delay of game. Naturally we read the defense. But the sub-text is slippery. Our feminist tight end accuses the entire offense of phallocentrism. During the lively debate, visitors score again. Our quarterback refuses to use brutal spondees, so the center hikes when he feels inspired. More penalties. The wide receiver broods near the sidelines. Even when open he is likely to stop and record in his journal the sun off those tubas, the ball falling toward him out of the blue apron of the sky.