'Twas the Night Before Kickoff

Its here! Its here! The most wonderful time of the year - its finally here! Tomorrow is the first Oklahoma State football game of the season and I wrote a poem to show my excitement. 

Photo from Stillwater News Press

'Twas the night before kickoff, when all through the house

Every creature was bustling; drinks spilt on my blouse.

Beer cans were all stacked on the table with care,

In hopes that Zac Robinson soon would be there.

The freshman were sporting their new orange threads,

while visions of touchdowns danced in their heads.

And I in my jersey, and Gundy in his cap,

We can't settle down, so let's dance to some rap.

When out on the strip there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bar to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the Stillwater lights

gave the lustre of midday to the beautiful night.

When, what to my eyes would start to gleam,

but the entire Oklahoma State football team.

A greek god of a leader, I was coming undone

I knew in a moment it was Zac Robinson.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,

and he whistled and shouted and cheered them on by name:

Go Crabtree! Go Stewart!

Go Chelf and Gilbert!

Go Walsh! Go Gundy!

Go Pokes and Go Pete!

To the top of the field!

To the top of the stadium!

Now run boys, run!

Go cowboys, all!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the door

the cheering and yelling, "Pokes to the core!"

As I drew in my head and was turning around,

in the door Zac came with a bound.

He was dressed in all orange, from his head to his foot

and his clothes were all wet, sweat underfoot.

A ton of muscle he had on his back,

he looked like a model, cue my asthma attack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His smile, how pretty!

His cheeks were so tan, so soft, like a kitty.

He had a broad chest, a six pack for a belly.

I thought I might faint; my legs felt like jelly.

He was toned and tall, so much cuter than Chelf.

I blushed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word but went straight to the bar,

and ordered a water for the football star.

The bartender, in awe, didn't charge him a cent

and giving a nod, out the door he went.

He sprang to his Jeep, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all went like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim as he tossed me a flower,

"Go Pokes Go! Lets bring that Orange Power!"