The Final Four

I'll soon be off the NCAA Men's BB Bandwagon, but for now, let's have another round.









The Final Four

You've watched your share of basketball.
You've wasted time and more.
And suddenly you realize
It's now the Final Four.

Your teams are gone, you feel depressed,
And watching is a snore,
And so you turn the TV off
To clean the Final Four.

The Final Four are:  Nacho Chips
(You have a resorvoir);
And you bought way too many dips
And crumbs now dust your floor.

You also have to clean the fridge
And empty out the drawer,
That guacamole is no good:
It's rotten to the core.

And finally you fluff the cushions
Where you've watched the score,
And underneath the place you've sat
Are Pringles, rinds, and more.

You clean this mess (and eat a few)
And realize you're poor
For having bought so many snacks
To watch the Final Four.

Yes, strange and curious are fans
Who play their game indoor,
And live a little through TV,
Then clean the Final Four.