Referee's Reward

I think that I shall never see

a satisfactory referee,

About whose head a halo shines,

Whose merits rate reporters' lines;

One who calls them as they are

And not as I should wish by far.

A gent who leans not either way

But lets the boys decide the play,

A guy who stings the coach who yaps

From Siwash High or Old Milsaps.

Now poems are made by fools like me,

BUT ONLY GOD COULD REFEREE.