“Kla Ha Ya” come “Kla Ha Ya” go; their hi-lite was the Mojos show..
54 plus players and their enablers.
They arrive early and stay late; for food and beverage they cannot wait.
Football players are ready to go; but first Drama Queens put on a show.
The Bobo knows he’s safe for sure; the tail he tells will go home to her.
The Blues Brothers perform their show before; the jello shooters make the rounds once more.
We drink, we laugh, we drink some more; then later that night Don steps out the door.
“I think I’m lost, does anyone know; why I’m not dressed like the typical MOJO.”
The pitch is calling in the early hours; some Mojos need to take cold showers.
Last evenings play went on all night; the morning’s faces were quite a sight.
A breakfast first then prep for more; take 6 pills and we’re out the door.
Just prior to getting on the field; we wrap with braces that shall not yield.
We play, we kick, we scrap, we moan; we collide with those we’ve never known.
The scores do not tell the full story; for Mojos are there not just for glory.
We finish play then pills we pop; it’s on to lunch, that’s our next stop.
The Enablers provide a meal so fine; while all the Mojos stand in line.
We eat, we talk, we drink some more; then back to the pitch a little sore.
Three more games then back to camp; we’re moving slower and starting to cramp.
A dinner superb is waiting for us; while strategy now some must discuss.
Mark him tight, don’t break the line, don’t let them score, defense is fine.
Tonight we party, drink, and dine; tomorrow is our day to shine.
One last time we prep to play; more Ibuprofen without delay.
I think warm-up is a little slower; the body’s energy is a little lower.
3 games and then Team 2 excels; a win by 2 the tale tells.
Now limping, gimping, and slowly moving; we head to lunch for liquid soothing.
The Camp is now a place to rest; we’ve had our fun, we’ve done our best.
Much thanks is given to those who planned; this Mojos excursion to Kla Ha Ya land.
We will be back same time next year; another effort for all to cheer.
Ziggy, Zaggy, Ziggy, Zaggy, Oi, Oi, Oi . . . our army again we will deploy.
Submitted by Paul 'Shamu' Kruse |