Friday Night Lights - A Poem...

The Friday night lights

were back in full swing.

Lyla arrived at the game

asleep in her sling.

All was well,

the lights were bright.

Little did we know

that the end was in sight.

The speaker came on

and proclaimed domination.

And that, dear friends,

led to overstimulation.

So we packed up our baby

and checked on the time.

The game started at seven-thirty,

We left at seven-thirty-nine.

The end.