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.
You have had a career that’s been fabulous.
How electrifying you were on stage in Las Vegas.
Popularity came your way all across America.
What a great act you were with your late ex Louis Prima.
You two were nothing short of terrific
when you sang your hit duet of “That Old Black Magic”.
We saw you in some movies, and in television.
In those areas, you were equally a sensation.
For nearly all your life, you have had your way.
I’m so glad you are still with us today.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and IMDb.com for information I obtained to write this poem.
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