Poetry’s fun. But I’m jumping the gun.
I’d rather have one post today than have none.
So, at the request of my good buddy Josh,
I’m doing more poems — they’re really quite posh.
It’s Super Bowl Sunday. It came here so fast.
I’m attending a party — it’s sure to be a blast!
Though I really don’t care who the winner shall be,
I’ll watch the game anyway. So . . . sue me.
As I sit here working on this bit of poetry,
I listen to “Waltz of the Flowers” (Tchaikovsky).
It’s my favorite piece from the Nutcracker Suite —
Just thought I’d say so. I think it’s real neat.
Sadly, I’m now running short on my time.
I hope you’ve enjoyed my humble little rhyme.
I’m off to have supper, then it’s time for the game!
And thus is the end of my poem somewhat lame.