A Roster Spot

On my first day of training camp
I hoped to get a roster spot:
But I went to the wrong locale
(It seems that I do that a lot)

And so, instead, I built a home,
And married me a darn-fine wife —
I hoped to get a roster spot,
Instead, I got

A life

* Note: a bevy of helpful people had been advising me to ‘get a life’ for quite some time.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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