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Folks scream rude names
They yell at me Tell me, “Go home!” Say I can’t see When doing my job No camaraderie Not a female dog’s son Football umpire, I be!
Jennifer Duncan
21/3/2022 11:15:22 am
Made me laugh, Dee, when I hit the second to last line. Lots of energy to the poem.
Candace Arthuria Williams
22/3/2022 12:36:04 am
But he loves every minute of it.
Sue Clayton
22/3/2022 01:33:17 am
Makes you cringe sometimes to hear the names that umpires get called.
Peggy Gerber
22/3/2022 01:38:52 pm
Yep, you definitely need a thick skin for that job.
Padmini
24/3/2022 08:33:07 am
The umpires get hit from all sides. Well told:)
Dee Lorraine
25/3/2022 04:53:06 am
Thank you all for your comments. And Jennifer, I was trying to keep it clean but real. Thanks for noticing! Comments are closed.
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PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. 
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