With an obvious tip of the hat to Robert Browning, this bit of poetry to celebrate a bright autumn morning, which sees the Black and Gold atop the division and saw the Cleve Sandlotters sucking up bus fumes following their misfortunes. .
Perhaps we should call it Doofus Passes
The year's at the fall,And day's at the morn;
Hot coffee at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
There's joy all around;We've demolished the Browns;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world!