Friday, January 30, 2009

Super Bowl

Some limerick thoughts on the Superbowl.

With pride the fans come to the bowl,
thinking their team will control
the ball on the ground
in the air all around
to the other, the bell will toll.

The bowl is the ultimate game,
Teams getting their fortune and fame.
Bowl forty and three
We’ll wait and will see
Will next year the teams be the same?

The Cardinals from Phoenix do fight
the Steelers from Pittsburgh of might.
The temperatures fine
We’re told at this time
In Florida the clash will excite

Come Monday with hindsight and woes
and healing of scrimmaging blows.
No media hype
An occasional snipe
The losers, their bragging, will stow.

In this life of struggle and fears,
In this time of laughter and tears.
We need this big game,
To help us stay sane
And Florida sends us the cheers.

The season is over and done,
The heart never caring who won,
The game is the thing
By hoping to bring,
A code of competitive fun.

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