Stopping By Pinnacle Bank Arena on a Frigid Night: A Parody Poem About Husker Basketball

Posted: December 4, 2013 in Burn Poetry, Sports
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(*Author’s note: this overly-optimistic piece is based off of Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening)

Whose house this is, I think I know
The Huskers are in the building, yo.
They might not see me getting crunk,
Watching us hoop from my nosebleed row.

From Railyard bars some might come drunk,
To watch us kick the Canes square in their junk
Betwixt Memorial and Downtown
A new power rises, that once stunk.

A team with a chance to one-day get crowned
With a crowd so loud opponents shorts go brown
And students with chants TV will bleep
A sleeping giant, basketball town

The Vault is lovely, wide and steep
But hoops must make a competitive leap
With Miles to help us get elite.
With Miles to help us get elite.

FIN

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Comments
  1. Sue Tolles says:

    fun… very fun

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