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69ers Win Super Ball

   
 

Touchdown! Aren't you ticklish?
   
 
 

She giggles in my lap with no concern.
   
 
 

For an extra point
   
 
 

she wears a flannel nightgown.
   
 

Isn't this more than you can bear?
   
 
 

Somersaults with no underwear.
   
 
 

I can bare it.
   
   
   
   
 

Touchdown! Cartwheels on the sidewalk.
   
 
 

For some mysterious reason
   
 
 

only girls play upside down.
   
 
 

She flirts with gravity.
   
 

The boys preoccupy themselves
   
 
 

with marbles.
   
 
 

They can wait for it.
   
   
   
   
 

First down! Her breasts developed well.
   
 
 

She explodes across the horizon
   
 
 

spurring field goals.
   
 
 

Bachelors line the block.
   
 

She knocks their socks off.
   
 
 

We had to add this rule,
   
 
 

There'll be no spiking.
   
   
   
   
 

Long and deep! Women's liberation
   
 
 

treats a father to a daughter's
   
 
 

topless dippings in the ocean.
   
 
 

Instant replays
   
 

keep me up all night.
   
 
 

Is sublimation
   
 
 

not waiting for tomorrow?
   
   
   
   
 

Half-time, but the game's really over.
   
 
 

Now we'll substitute.
   
 
 

Home for vacation, she calls me
   
 
 

from the shower.
   
 

I don't mind bringing her a towel.
   
 
 

Who could growl with her standing there
   
 
 

smiling dryly.
   
   
   
   
 

Touchdown! She's pulling down my pants.
   
 
 

Don't you want to know
   
 
 

who taught her that dance?
   
 
 

It's what they do at school I guess.
   
 

Someone taught my daughter that silliness.
   
 
 

You know the Golden Rule.
   
 
 

Am I a fool?