Oh, I know…
Football and poetry don’t mix.
Well, just you sit back…
And read this.
Just what is a
touchdown?
Did that man just
eat the ground?
Points.
They were scored.
Tomorrow.
He is going to be so sore.
I said an “Ow!”
I felt that tackle through my TV.
That looked quite painful.
Glad it wasn’t me!
I have nachos and wings.
I have cold beer.
I don’t know what is going on.
Hear me cheer!
I am for the team that wins.
I drive fans mad.
I change sides mid game.
I don’t feel bad.
I want a win.
The best team that carries off the big trophy.
Winning is what it is all about.
Yes, I see.
There are tears shed.
At halftime.
My best friend made a bad bet.
I am glad the money lost isn’t mine.
But, it may get better.
A last quarter comeback.
If my friend survives.
I think he just had a heart attack!
Good thing that I know CPR.
They just delivered a ten meat pizza to our door.
I am eating.
I don’t care about the game anymore.
I never did.
It is the football spirit that visits every year.
That, I love.
I will be here again, ya hear?
Loving the halftime show.
Dancing around and singing.
I don’t care what team wins.
Their best game, they will be bringing.
As I watch the end game.
Some of my friends high five.
Some cry.
Some claim to want to die.
OMG!
It is just football.
Another year, another game.
Right, you all?
I expect he men to act better.
Braver than this.
Oh, dang, sorry your favorite team lost.
Come here, I’ll give you a kiss.
Here, at the chili, wing and beer bar…
I know if the team made it there, they deserve to win.
Happy Super Bowl to ya.
Next year, we are going to do it all again!
Happy Super Bowl, everyone and thanks for reading my poem!