bad snowy frisbee rip-off poems

Here follows the accompanying poetry from a snow disc afternoon:

So much depends
upon

an orange
disc

glazed with ice
water

beside the white
cleats.

Whose cones these are I think I know.
Her house is in the village though;
She will not see me trudging here
To watch my cleats fill up with snow.

My little car must think it weird
To drive upon a road not clear
Between the woods and unfrozen lake
The snowiest game day of the year.

It spins its tires by mistake
On a corner I could not make.
The only other sound’s the beep
Of nicer cars with better brakes.

The snow is lovely, white and deep,
But I made promises, I think,
And miles to go before I drink,
And miles to go before I drink.

Wake! For the morning aft the snow of night,
Is for throwing a disc that sets the players in flight,
And lo, the sultan of gsb has caught,
The orange circle in a shaft of light.

Handling, while evenings right hand was in the sky,
I heard a voice on the school field cry:
“Throw me the disc, I’m open,
Before my footstep’s vigour, in the snow, go by”

And, as the disc flew, those who stood
Near the faulty throw shouted – “go to!
You know how little flight it posesses,
And, once landed, our upfield position undo.”

I … play disc in my head
ultimate so true
but of foot ‘m not fleet
and my elbow hurts too

… hope to see you soon, maybe stop by and say hi today,
have fun … I think a fresh 4 inches of snow is the best time,
make that the ultimate time to play

The verses above provided immense jubilation
But left my brow furrowed in deep consternation
To the Morning Sun, I ask of it slowly:
“How dost thou respond to such eidetic poetry?
Do I use dactyls or trochees or free form it all?”
The weight of it all had taken a toll on me.

To say I slept a wink is a wink more than true
Unraveled bedsheets and pillows askew
Works of Shakespeare, Goethe, and Rumi piled around
“Nothing rhymes with orange!” I lamented aloud.

But then I realized my pursuit was in vain
For my day will be spent in Western Maine
And I will miss the fun with all of ye.
So pass to your teammates carefully selected
Keep those vehicles and elbows protected
You ultimate snow frisbee sultans of GSB.

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