FULL many a big and brawny youth Goes on his mournful way— He simply loves the football game, And he could make a mighty name, But his folks won't let him play. Full many a slim and scrawny lad Finds college life is drear— He'd like to bellow, whoop and shriek, But his throat is sore and he can not squeak, So he can't join in the cheer! It may be hard when the rushlines crash, And a wallop knocks you out— But it's tougher far for everyone Who can not mix in the furious fun— Who can neither play nor shout! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE PROSPECT OF PLANTING ARTS AND LEARNING IN AMERICA by GEORGE BERKELEY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM by RUDYARD KIPLING MOTHER'S WORLD by MARGARET H. ALDEN AT THE FUNERAL OF A MINOR POET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DRINKING; PARAPHRASED by ANACREON THE LUMINOUS HANDS OF GOD by ELEANOR WARFIELD KENLY BACON THE WINNING OF POMONA by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A CREW POEM by EDWARD AUGUSTUS BLOUNT JR. THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 62. FAREWELL TO JULIET (14) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |