The Night the Wisconsin Badger Tapped Out (A Poem)
Old Man Winter stood in his corner.
His face had an evil grin.
He was full of confidence
Because he was expecting another win.
"Not so fast," the crowd seemed to be saying.
"We have a hunch,
Your opponent, the Wisconsin Badger, won't fall so easily.
Cause those Wisconsin folk are a hearty bunch."
The fans did not know
That, tonight, they would have no reason to cheer and shout.
Because tonight was the night
Even the Wisconsin Badger would tap out.
The Wisconsin Badger stood firm
Through Old Man Winter's first brutal assault.
And, for a brief moment, he appeared to have an upper hand.
Then his momentum came to a sudden halt.
Old Man Winter held him tight
In his ice-cold grasp.
All the Wisconsin Badger could do
Was fight for air with each and every troubled gasp.
Old Man Winter then began pounding the Wisconsin Badger
With his icy fists of snow.
In no time at all, the Wisconsin Badger
Was stuck in a corner with no place to go.
As Old Man Winter's brutal attack
Quickly turned into a route.
The Wisconsin Badger did the unthinkable.
He began to tap out.
The match should have been over,
But to the crowd's dismay,
The ref didn't stop the fight.
He was looking the other way.
As the match continued
With the Wisconsin Badger unable fend off Old Man Winter's attack.
The crowd's hero could do nothing
But hope for help from the back.
Then the crowd rose to its feet
As a new figure emerged from the back wing.
It was the Mighty Groundhog
And he was heading toward the ring.
Was he there to help the Wisconsin Badger,
Who had already taken everything he could take?
Or was he there to help Old Man Winter extend his punishment?
Maybe we'll find out after the commercial break.
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