To The Wolleyball Gang!!

Each and every Friday - At just about 7 o’clock

We meet at the Northwest Club - Each of us a healthy jock

At least in our imaginations - The World Cup we will play

Pride is on the line - Teasing, is the price we pay!!

It varies from week to week - Who’s hot and in the groove

Sometimes we play so bad - There’s no way we can’t improve

Ken seldom misses a shot - His reliability is quite high

It doesn’t look like he’s working hard - But he gets it past the other guy!!

When Irv serves it overhand - Hard and off the wall

That means he’s behind in score - And really giving it his all

It sometimes hurts our hands - But he doesn’t seem to care

He just keeps on counting - As though we weren’t even there!!

Debbie serves rather tricky - Lobbing it over the net

She kinda puts everyone to sleep - But many points, she’ll get

She’s the official "PeaceKeeper" - Having the final word

Settling any scoring disputes - No matter how absurd!!

Connie works the hardest - Sometimes falling on the floor

Going after every ball - Even when her knee is sore

She hits a pretty mean ball - And once in awhile you’ll hear

These inaudible little curses - Coming to your ear!!

And what about dear Chris - Or Brian as he’s sometimes known

Always the problems with women - We listen as he bemoans

This one is inconsiderate - Another wants his booty

He can’t make up his mind - A nice girl or one that’s snooty!!

There’s also Paula and Manny - In action they’ve been missed

We’re wondering what has happened - The group is starting to get pissed

Bob has newly joined us - A canine copper, wouldn’t you know

He’s fitting in quite nicely - To our motly little show!!

After the game it’s off to Joe’s - Where war stories do abound

And after a couple of beers - We really feel quite profound

Me, I’m a lonely Rhymer - Watching the world go by

Trying to see the humor - Where others might likely cry!!