To the lovely ladies that make league play fun,
Be assured that men never intentionally look you off while run.
Please don't be surprised that the opposite is true,
Many a male handler becomes distracted with his eyes glued on you.
With your athletic builds, and strong, shapely legs,
Our imaginations run wild with thoughts of fertilizing eggs.
If you catch us staring at your muscular calfs,
We grant you permission to call us an ass.
While we struggle with "spirit of the game", you show us the way
Winning at all costs takes a backseat for you to spirited play.
Your decisions are smart, and your cuts are sublime,
Unlike our post game cheers, your's actually rhyme.
You show sound judgment by telling us to stop hucking the disc,
When we don't listen, incurring your wrath is our risk.
We could learn a great deal from you, our fairer sex colleagues,
Perhaps someday enough, so that we could join women's league.
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