By LEE BAKER

I met an athlete from East
He was a savage beast
When he asked where I was from
He thought I said Mae West
And he asked how come
You've got such a flat chest?
He said he had seen a Maine West game
And wanted to know why our
Warriors are so tame
I simply said that I was not to blame
He said that he had also heard our band
And instead of playing with their feet they might try
The hand.
His sarcasm was rather irritating
And whether to slug him or not I was debating
So I called him a male chauvinist jock
And to his sudden shock
I rose to the floor
To get away from this bore
And I said, sir, despite of my flat chest
And despite all the rest
Maine West, sir Is the BEST.