The Day Fewmit Took The Court
Twas a fine May day as our young ones took the court
Winning was the hope, Basketball the sport
Though recent failures had us down in the dumps,
we hoped that the kids would break out of their slumps.
The game began, and our confidence grew!
Scores came from Cohen and Carnes, and Spoonmore too!
The Latvians began to tremble with fear
As Fewmit's smile spread from ear to ear.
The first quarter ended, with us leading the way,
but let the story finish, before you hooray.
2nd quarter started and trouble was brewing.
The Latvian team, there was no subduing.
The onslaught continued and before you could sneeze, Achoo!
It was halftime and the Americans were down by two!
Out of ideas, Fewmit paced around the floor,
Wondering what to do when he walked out the door.
Aha! He had it! He knew the way!
He'd trade his slacks for shorts, and enter the fray!
He exited the locker room and all were shocked
By the sight of untanned legs and knee-high socks
He took the court, as his team cheered,
ignoring the fact that he was fat, and this was weird.
He dribbled and passed with fundamental skill,
and on defense, he intimidated with his battle cry of "Kill!!"
The Latvians, realizing he was inspiring the team,
hatched a plan, the most devious scheme.
As he ran by their bench, out came a foot...
Crash! Oh No! Fewmit's leg was kaput!
He tried to get up, and the Latvian's laughed,
as he crumbled back down...his leg broken in half...
The Americans were devastated and went on to lose,
leaving the court to jeers and boos.
Now i know, our story's ending leaves much to be desired,
But read it again, and be inspired.
For on this day, our leader sacrificed himself,
For the good of the country, to put a trophy on our shelf.
Though it went down as a loss, as the news shall report,
This day shall live in legend...as The Day Fewmit Took The Court