Thursday, February 2, 2012


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 six
With passes and tricks
Will next year the teams be the same?

The giants from Gotham do fight
The Pats of Boston of might.
The temperatures fine
Inside at this time
As Brady and Manning 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
The Hoosiers will send us the cheers.

The season soon over and done.
The fans always caring who won.
The game is the thing
By hoping to bring,
A time of competitive fun.

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