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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