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I Am a Female Redskins Fan #HTTR

August 24, 2013

A lifelong Redskins fan, I have been writing poetry in support of my team!

The only way I can justify watching the games this season, for 3+ hours per week, is to use what I see on the TV to fuel my writing.

This blog post is my directory of Redskins Poems. Each listing is a clickable link that will allow you to view the entire poem.

January 2016 UPDATE: The site where my Redskins poems were originally posted has been shut down. The poems are archived off-line and are being retrieved. As this time-consuming process unfolds, each obsolete link will be replaced. They will remain here and a new message will announce when you can view them. The video is the only link that still works. Enjoy!

POEM 1: I am the Female Redskins Fan [Steelers vs. Redskins]

POEM 2: Redskins vs. Bills – Look at the stats “Listen up ‘Buffalonians'”

POEM 3: Have You Not Been Paying Attention?

POEM 4: Women of Redskins Nation

POEM 5: What? You are a fan of WHO?

POEM 6: Going to a Redskins Game (at RFK)

POEM 7: Redskins visit Tampa Bay

POEM 8: The Redskins are Tough to Beat

Redskins Nostalgia: Brush with a Legend

POEM 9: Twas the Night Before Football

POEM 10: Tough2Beat – The Redskins poem that is a rap (Lyrics will be linked here at a later time) VIDEO BELOW

POEM 11: Go Hug a Fellow Fan

POEM 12: Let a Smile Be Your Umbrella – Say Cheese

POEM 13: For Game 3 against the Detroit Lions

POEM 14: The Importance of the Fans

POEM 15: The Reason Why We Lose

POEM 16: Uniting Fans for Game 4 vs. Oakland Raiders

POEM 17: The Redskins Got a WIN !!!

POEM 18: Cowboy Time Baby Bi, By, Bye!

POEM 19: Song for San Diego

Please, bookmark this page and check back each week for new poems.

You may also find my poems on Twitter @poetatete and on Google+

I posted my video really early in the morning on the day of the Season Opener (Monday, Sept. 9th 2014).

A few hours later, a new follower showed up on my profile:

I am regularly surprised by non-Redskins fans who have taken the time to read and write to me about my poems.


If you think that is amazing, look at this. I didn’t know that my beloved “twin-sister” (from another mister), whom I’ve known since we were very young, was raised in a Cowboys home! She is friendly and loving, she will not harm anyone allied with the Redskins. Her husband is a Redskins fan!

I asked her to share my poems with him, but she shared them with everyone on her Facebook wall!

Poem 6 was retweeted by a news anchor at Washington’s #1 radio station.


All poems and musical compositions posted here are the original creations of Cheryl Crockett.



NaPoWriMo Day 9

April 10, 2013

NaPoWriMo Badge


I walked into the venue solo.
My journal tucked firmly under my arm
So not to appear suspicious.
Everyone in the place looked different
dressed different
talked different
but they all had one thing in common
as they sat there
in silence
All of their names were on a list
and it was only a matter of time
Because it’s poetry night on U Street.

The hot young college student steps up to the mic.
She’s a double major in Communications and Language Arts…
Probably won her first poetry contest at age 5.
(Oh OK! She just said it was age 6.)
With more than enough confidence to go first,
she doesn’t mind
She has to leave early
because she has a secret:
Exams in the morning.

A young man stares at her
like a hungry dog
at an Alpo® factory.
His hasty scribbles
on the napkin in front of him
disguise themselves as a love poem
he’s more than eager to share
with the first girl who’ll believe him.

Under the table
the purse of the woman next to him
is a flimsy camouflauge
for her wayward hand
that moves along his thigh
like she’s got 50 cents but needs a dollar
and she’s gonna get it
from his pocket
without asking
as the next name is called.
Because it’s poetry night on U Street.

Smoke from incense curls and intertwines with
the steam from freshly poured cups of chai.
Fingers snap… light applause.

A nervous stranger shows up late
He reaches out a sweaty hand
to pull the host to one side.
“No, the list is full. Come early next time.
I’ll put you on the waiting list, but I can’t promise anything.”

The stranger takes the long way through the crowd
While dropping fliers
on each table before he leaves.
They’re for his own poetry event.
I pick up a flier
and stuff it into my pocket.
The next name is called.

The haiku poet tries to read ten poems because
“The last poet took five minutes and haiku are small.”
The host nods reluctantly;
The crowd tolerates her, watching
with eyes glazed like day-old donuts.
They don’t get haiku.

The sexy love poet’s words
make the women coo and scream.
He speaks so provocatively,
I want to offer the microphone
a cigarrette.

The feature is introduced and
the performance opens eyes,
changes lives
and brings the crowd to its feet.

The poet bows and says “thank you”
but thinks: “Show me love; buy my book or DVD”.
The host holds them up and says
“They’re only TEN DOLLARS”
The crowd responds, “ONLY TEN DOLLARS?!”

Closing time
The people spill out
onto the empty sidewalk.
Their faces bathed in the orange glow
of the city’s high-crime street lamps.

Moving quickly through the evening air,
Some walk; some duck into the subway
and others sit in their cars
all with the poems replaying
in their minds like a 1970’s sitcom;
Their spirits filled with new inspiration.

Poetry night on U Street.

by Cheryl Crockett

This is the Day 9 Challenge as it appears on

“…I’m a sucker for a good mystery novel, especially the hard-boiled noir novels of the thirties and forties. There’s always a two-timing blonde, a city that keeps its secrets, and stuck in the middle, a man who just can’t help but rabbit after truth. Today I challenge you write a poem inspired by noir — it could be in the voice of a detective, or unravel a mystery, or just describe the long shadows of the skyscrapers in the ever-swirling smog. After all, “you know how to write a poem, don’t you, Steve? You just pick up a pen and you write.”

Back to Cheryl’s NaPoWriMo 2013 Main Post

My daily haiku is below. I am writing one haiku per day for all of 2013.

Haiku #97

Watch dandelions
They change from yellow to white
When does that happen?

by Cheryl Crockett

See Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku 2013