T'was The Night Before Superbowl 2014

Having a little fun with my friend Jen tonight:)

T’was the night before Super-bowl; all through the house

Cushions were collected for the floor by the couch

The big screen was polished with uttermost care

Then turned to be certain there would be no glare

For t’would be a sad pity to miss carelessly

The touch-down that clinches the Vince Lombardi trophy

While mama makes chili and brownies and bread

Visions of Broncos celebrating danced in her head

She was fussing over last-minute touches a bit

Making sure everyone would have somewhere to sit

When there rose in the next room a most horrible clatter

And she rushed in to see what awful thing was the matter

The room weighed with dread of an impending storm

Though the furniture glistened in fresh polished charm

There was more to the ominous, electric air

‘cause Dad, he was perched on the edge of his chair

He looked like a cross between bear and giraffe

While son was nigh purple from trying not to laugh

So with hands on her hips she demanded, ‘say, tell

What could be the reason for such a blood-curdling yell

Why the neighbors must wonder ‘bout the crazies next door’

And ‘for goodness sakes will someone tell me, why the roar?’

Then Senior stood up with an ominous growl

While son couldn’t help it; he began to howl

With laughter, incensing the victim of rage

Papa circled like a tiger prepared to sprint from his cage

Then he roared, I have failed as a father, Miz Mox

My son is a fan of the Seattle Sea Hawks

I fed him and clothed him and taught him to throw

The long kick, the tackle, interception…you know?

But tell me how could I have missed this, my dear?

Somehow I neglected to teach him how to cheer

His head drooped, shoulders slumped, ire a-spent

The grandfather clock clucked in tick-tock lament

When suddenly he rose up to his full middle-age height

‘By junipers’, he shouted, ‘everything is all right!

Bring on the nachos and chili, my friends

Because tomorrow night here is where it all ends

On Manning, on Welker, on Decker, on Koppen

On Thomas and Caldwell, on Holliday, Johnson

Bring on the tackle, the rush, the touch-down

Let Hail Mary pass be the star in your crown

For son, let me tell you, fans might be choosers

But in every game there are winners and losers

And soon you will learn it, I have no doubt

It's all over but the crying when the clock runs out

Tomorrow night son, tears will wash your face clean

When the Broncos win Superbowl 2014

 

© Janet Martin