Friday nights,
full of excitement.
Thousands of fans,
screaming with cheers.
Concession stands,
preparing for a crowd.
Players in locker rooms,
nervous as can be.
When game time comes,
people take their seats,
watching their players take the field.
Finally,
a whistle blows,
action is fierce,
no mercy is shown.
Half time comes,
giving a break for the players,
but not for the band.
They show their talent
and pride.
When music stops,
players take the field,
to give all they have.
Hits are louder,
and the fans are louder,
knowing that the game is coming to an end.
Winners are cheering,
but losers are silent.
Fans head to their cars
to go home.
Kids are sleeping,
dreaming for their time to shine.
Wow! This is an amazing poem! You need to submit this to a contest somewhere! You will win! I am so impressed!
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