And So On It Goes

And So On It Goes

Every week, it's the same. 

He must watch the game.

She sighs, shakes her head.

She finds football so lame.

He settles in with some snacks,

entrenched in the couch.

The TV drones on.

He begins to slouch.

.

She has left the room.

 The game is SO boring,

not worthy of watching,

only ignoring.

He stretches out on the pillows,

and drifts away snoring.

He never even knows

how it goes with the scoring.

And so on, and so on, and so on it goes.