It was first-place Clayton on Friday night,
With the Dons in second, ready to fight.
But the opening spree,
Went 28–0, you see—
Proved the race for the top wasn’t tight.

We were shorthanded, that much is clear,
Missing Cam and Preston, oh dear.
But Clayton came fast,
And the die was soon cast—
The beating was frankly severe.

They’re ranked twenty-sixth in the state,
And gave a beating that did not abate:
Big, skilled, and fast,
Muscled up, built to last—
That they’re better is not up for debate.

Their coach kept the starters out late,
To pad stats and strictly inflate.
Frankie Jr. had fun,
But the game was long done—
A move that is easy to hate.

And now comes the part that is key:
A season’s not one single spree.
You learn, you regroup,
You reload, you recoup—
And the Dons will be tougher, you’ll see.

Next up is Wednesday, redemption in sight,
With Miramonte coming in for a fight.
New lessons to earn,
New pages to turn—
And the Dons will be ready that night.