Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!

"I know just what to do!" The Frank laughed with a sneer.
And he made a quick uniform as he swilled another beer.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "Franky, what mojo!
"With this suit and this clipboard, I'll look just like Wojo!"

"All I need is a ref to ensure some bad calls ..."
The Frank looked around.
But where was Paparo? He could not be found.
Did that stop the old Frank . . .?
No! The Frank simply said,
"If I can't find a bad ref, I'll make one instead!"
So he called in his friend Derek. Then he took some black and white thread
And sewed a striped shirt and pulled it over his head.

He loaded some whistles
And some old empty sacks
In his trusty Volvo wagon
And he jumped in the back.

Then the Frank said, "Drive!"
And Derek hit the gas
And drove off toward K-ville where the Dukies
Lay dreaming of their new freshman class.

All their tents were dark. Quiet filled the air.
All the Crazies were passed out, drunk, without care.
When he came to K's office, the Frank shook his clenched fist.
"This is stop number one," The Old Franky Claus hissed.
"I'll take all those championship rings, that's first on my list."

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most untoward,
Around the whole room, and he took every award.
NCAA! ACC! Trophies! Banners! Posters!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Frank very slyly,
Gave it all to Derek and grinned rather wryly.

Then he slunk to the locker room. He took their shorts!
He took their shoes! He took their socks!
He cleaned out each locker, taking each lock.
Why, that Frank even took their dirty old jocks.

And he handed it all off to Derek with glee.
"And NOW!" grinned the Frank, "Watch this, referee!"

And then the Frank grabbed the playbook, from a shelf up above
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He dove for the shadows, a moment too late!
He saw a tall figure--oh no, it was Nate.

The Frank had been caught by this, his enemy
Who'd got out of bed just to practice his three.
He stared at the Frank and said, "Wojo, why?
"Why are you taking our things? WHY?

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