Mama Kat's Assignment-The Ballad of Texas Stadium

Thanks to the greatness of Mama Kat, we get to throw out some creative writing...so join the fun at her site, mamakatslosinit.

I chose the number 2, Choose a task you'd like someone to complete and write a poem asking them to do it.

(To the tune of the Ballad of the Alamo, by Marty Robbins)

In the Northern part of Texas, by the ol' Fort Worth Town,
Lies a stadium on in ruin, that they're about to tear down.

You may look in vain for champions, but you'll ne'er see a one,
but sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun.

You may hear a ghostly whistle, and players running by,
You may hear the spectral announcer, in his booth up in the sky.

Roger Staubach, Troy Aikman, and a couple of hundred more,
E. Smith and Bobby Lily, present and accounted for.

Back in 1996, the Vikings came to Texas Stadium,
1 minute..2 minute 8 min 10....the 'Boys held and held again.

And the offense was stunning, but in Carolina they fell
and the new history of the Cowboys would be a whole 'nother tale.

Three playoff games and three losses kept the starheads losing
then the choke in Philadelphia, kept us Texans all a boozing.

But, ever since the nineties, the cupboard's been bare,
The team we've got now in Dallas..doesn't even seem to care.

(Taps plays slowly)

In the northern part of Texas, near ol' Fort Worth Town
Lies of Stadium on in ruin and team that needs to be put down.

So, please oh Jerry Jones, for the love of heaven,
Get rid of 81 and get a handle on number eleven.

And if it's not too much trouble, please tell Romo that he's king
if he can keep the pigskin off the carpet and throw the balls to his team.

Then maybe just maybe, the Cowboys will not drop the ball,
I mean hell anyone can do it...just asks the Arizona Cardinals!!

Thanks, Jerry,

----Lane