The Super Bowl
I know it is the Super Bowl,
the media has told me so.
They have spent two weeks, or more,
to ensure we all will know.
I love football...that is clear.
I watch the contest every year.
I pick the team I deem the best...
adverse outcome drown in beer.
Like most, I have my favored teams
and, when they’re playing, pleasure streams.
But, if the other team should win,
I hold within unkind blasphemes.
Like, every year, I’ll join the throng
as Super Sunday comes along.
Yet, I’ll still bet on who’s the best...
and Baltimore won’t prove me wrong.
{I hope!}
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