Superbowl
He comes as part of a team but stands alone
With his able team in front, he now feels at home
He looks at the field full of men in uniform
Coming at him like a maddening storm
He stands on frozen ground and looks around
The crowded field to get a first down
He hears the roar of the fans in the stands
Keely aware that he holds glory in his hands
He cannot wait long before he lets the ball go
In hopes that his aim is as good as before
Only a few seconds left in the Super-ball game
Will he be the star or will he be to blame?
The ball flies like a bullet at his famous receiver
The crowd on their cold feet shaking with ball fever
The catch is made (touchdown) The stands seem to rock
The Super-bowl’s over and some frozen fans are in shock.
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