Upon the field beneath the mountainās gaze,
The Griz did raise a dome of proud design;
To shield their drills from winterās bitter days,
A noble arch of fabric, vast and fine.
Yet cruel the winds that sweep through Missoulaās vale,
And sharp the talons of fateās mocking hand;
Again the seams give way, the panels fail,
New tears appear where once the structure stand.
Meanwhile, online, a learned council meetsā
Accountants, coaches, lawyers, all disguised;
Each posts of bonds and debt in lengthy sheets,
Though few have seen the contracts analyzed.
The bubble leaks, the forum never rests;
One mends with patches, one with hot takes best.