by Todd Pheifer
When I was a boy,
I would go to the Dome,
The Dome that the people called King
To watch my M’s play
And undoubtedly lose,
But in the 7th, at least we could sing.
Eventually the roof
With its rain-soaked tiles
Began to fall to the ground
In little lawsuit-friendly piles,
So the men with the dynamite
Were called to the site
And the Dome was extinguished
With a BOOM in the night.
7/3/07