Superbowl Poetry (an oxymoron?)

Consider football,

On the upcoming Superbowl.

Like Urlacher the wall,

The Bears are on a roll.

Sunny Miami calls,

With backs finding the holes.

Indy may fall,

Nothing in sight but the goal.

 

[If you've finished reading the poem, you probably realize why I ain't no poet. Now I may not be a poet, but I will say this: I have a prediction about the game on Superbowl Sunday. And that prediction is read by looking at the first letter of each line.  Of course, you could have guessed which team I'm rooting for by glancing at the text and highlight colors!]

 

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