The clock was running down too fast!
Oh, how our hearts did whirl.
Said I, "One trick will save our ass!
"Just hand-off to the girls!"

So on the snap I faked a throw
And whirled around to Jane,
And she lateraled to Stilly Sage
With a speed that was 'most insane!

And Stilly held that ball aloft,
And danced with grace amazing,
Her fingers flew, her windows too,
Her trail was bright, and blazing!

She danced, she leapt, she dodged, she twirled!
She posted without pausing,
The Goal Posts then were all her world,
And a ruction she was causing.

The stoppers tried to stop her, boys,
They fell right on their faces.
They goofed the fluke and fell apart,
And fainted in the traces.

And Stilly stepped across that line,
And new light filled the day,
She spiked the ball, and let out a cvall.
"There's Forty Five of Kay!!"

THe crowd went wild, they spilled their beer,
They screamed to beat the band.
And then they all went home, to wait
For the next dramatic Grand.

But Stilly says she's done her bit,
And although the thrill was nifty,
She thinks she's gonna rest a bit,
Until the Kays reach Fifty.

And as the sun goes slowly down,
And the birds sleep in the park,
The sun sets, too, on Little Hawk
WHo carps there in the dark.

Winston Merriwether Strumpet-Toes Junior
The Rising of the Kay
Poobah and Boffin, Inc.
NYC, NY, 2012