Happy Super Bowl - here is a football poem I wrote in 2003. Enjoy!
Chilly Sundays and crazy fans,
bring friends together
with beers in cans.
Home team colors and rowdy men
spill chips and cheese dip
all over my den.
Welcomed neighbors and friends of ours
are much safer here
than out in the bars.
Quarterback sneaks and bad ref calls
cause all the women
to head for the malls.
But I stay home and watch my team,
touch-down or field goal?
I stand up and scream!
My kids, I think, now know the reason
that Mom suffers withdrawals
after football season.
