fflo | the pantoum payment

C-bus 42, A² 39 My townsfolk hear "Go Blue!" I watch to see whether I'll lose a poem, not a buck. Eyes on their helmets, I watch to see whether we cut the lead again. Buckeyes on their helmets look like weed. Now we cut the lead, again. Six scores this half---two looked like we'd now still got a chance, at that. Six scores this half, too. Football! Losing, but, whoa, still got a chance at that bet. I take lightly football, losing, but... Woe. I've lost a poem: not a bet I take lightly. My townsfolk here go blue.