The sun was setting in the east, The moon did quite the same,

When the Trumbull and the Eliot, Walked slowly from The Game,

The Trumbull cried; his team had just Been vanquished with his name.

Along the Charles's briny banks They stumbled hands-in-hands,

Still dizzy from the martinis They'd swallowed in the stands,

With testimonies to the squads, And toasts to both the bands.

"Your team," the Trumbull said at last, "Did not deserve to win;

Except for three presumptuous drives, You took it on the chin."

The Eliot laughed and finished off A jereboam of gin.

"The tide has come," the Eliot said, "Inside our shoes to seep;

Its ships and seals and walruses Along the shores do creep."

(And this was odd; the water was The Charles, and not the deep.)

The Trumbull sighed and wiped his specs, And said, "You're deadly tight;

Too bad you were too drunk to see Holt's plunge to end the fight.

He spun and dived and gained the line, To strand us--blue, and white."

The Eliot flushed Crimson and Avowed he'd seen the score:

"We broke up all the goalposts, And battered down the door!!"

(And this was odd because he'd spent The half on granite floor.)

The stars shone bright above the sun, The air was cold and hoar,

Tailgators and krokodiloes Slept dreaming on the shore,

The Trumbull and the Eliot Trudged, drinking less and more.

If we had drawn a Curtin on Your passing game, God knows,

If we'd gave Mac no Charity, To snare those ill-tossed throws,

If we had not Curry favored," The Trumbull sang his woes.

"Your grammar fails," the Eliot Pronounced with Bacchic glee,

Then slipped himself upon the shale And plunged into the sea.

The Trumbull cried to see a soul Go down so ungravely.

Above the wake the Eliot spoke, "If Harvard indeed won,

Annul my will, give all to her; Leave nothing to my son."

(And this was odd because he'd earned No coins since 21.)

"The Game can't be my own, oyster," The Trumbull bleated on,

"And my team's Greens and Henningses Can't make up for Holt's run,

Yet it was very odd because We'd beaten every one." (Apologies to Lewis Carroll)