A Poem to the Last Game

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Wildcats that day;

The temperature was cold, and rain was on the way.

Not many were arriving to tailgate in the lot,

And hopes for a full Bill were absolutely shot.

Our friends began arriving at 9:30 on the dot,

They were glad to be in Willie where the coffee was still hot.

With bacon, eggs, and pancakes, and donuts for dessert,

We had enough for breakfast that we would stay alert.

When suddenly at 10:15, the lightning began to flash,

"What's that?" we asked each other as the wind began to lash.

The thunder was aroaring, even Babs heard it (she's deaf),

We knew there'd be a rain delay, according to the ref.

So 14 friends and family, in the Willie they stayed dry,

The storm moved out of "Bill ville," and fans let out a sigh.

The game was going to start at 1:00, like all games used to do,

So we put on coats and hats and gloves, and donned our raincoats, too.

And soon the fans began to cheer, the Wildcats took the field,

To Cyclones who had come to play, the Wildcats would not yield,

And when the game was over and the 'Cats had won, it's true . . .

All over "Bill ville" one could hear . . . K....S.....U.