The Wildcats are winners, and the street
Is lit with burning couches. Any fan
Who’s able, unarrested, if he can,
To celebrate a win that’s very sweet,
Is urgently requested to a crowd
Surrounding many fires. Riot, all,
And here amidst the shouting, please recall
That rioting for sport, though not allowed
In strictly legal senses, is a thing
We don’t consider dangerous, or bad.
It’s only when the rioting is clad
In changing politics, or for to bring
Injustice to the mat that we declare
That we were caught by evil unaware.
(And British soccer riots, to be fair.)
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