Someone Move That Stanchion
¶ 1
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Someone move that stanchion,
I cannot follow play.
There’s room for some expansion,
So move it out the way.
¶ 2
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From side to side I’m swaying
To try to look around it.
Out there, the lads are playing,
But I can’t see. Confound it!
¶ 3
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This seat I requisitioned
With primal satisfaction
Is perfectly positioned
So I miss all the action.
¶ 4
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I feel just like a featherweight,
Bobbing left and right,
Idly wondering whether fate
Will keep me sane tonight.
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