For Your Amusement

So I'm reading my other (OLD) blog and I came across this poem I wrote. Enjoy.

Colorguard

We throw flags and weapons for fun
And stand for hours in the blistering sun
From 3-5 we spend our time
On the parking lot with white yard lines

Were you to watch us practice you would admit
By a flag or rifle you would not like to be hit
Bruises and scrapes are everyday things
Flags have been known to reshape class rings

This year the colorguard has it's own bus
We love our driver, and he loves us
As we drive in the lot our voices are heard
Screeching to each other like overzealous goatherds.

In the stadium stands we jump and shout
Like lunatics we leap about
Those football players have no moves
Compared to our coach's fabulous grooves

Before the halftime show we all have our rituals
Passing a pinkie shake back or doing some jiggles
On goes the smile, our hearts start to pound
We hope that our equipment stays off the ground

Stephanie raises her arms and begins the ballad
Our faces, for sure, are considerably pallid
We switch to automatic and go through the motions
Our heads are spinning with a rush of emotions

There goes the last note, it's time for our pose
Oh great, I've got an itch on my nose
A bass drum taps off, we march to the side
Grins sticky with sweat turn into smiles of pride

Now how can you say this isn't hard work?
The turmoil and precision could drive Einstein beserk
And what was the point to this litte poem?
This guard gets no respect, and its time that we show 'em