I don't like football
by Linda Fuller
I don't like football: no-necks on parade;
a so-called sport that took back Michael Vick;
mock battlefield where brutes are overpaid;
in fact, the whole charade just makes me sick.
And yet, the Mannings seem like gentlemen,
and Polamalu's hair is pretty cool.
Oh no! Is this an accidental yen
that's overtaking this unwitting fool?
Those bruisers' butts are easy on the eyes;
their grunts are primal, resonating deep.
I guess I see how they could hypnotize
a multitude of drunken, braying sheep.
Though I may be accused of talking smack,
I'll throw a flag on any offside flak.
Author's Note: The views and opinions expressed in this poem do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of the author. (Written pre-Polamalu's haircut.)
Posted on 11/19/2013
Copyright © 2019 Linda Fuller
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/19/13 at 04:12 PM|
Love your humor in this, the sly glances at the buff while shaking one's head at the head butting. Thanks for this, Linda.
|Posted by Uriel Tovar on 11/19/13 at 05:18 PM|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/19/13 at 05:02 PM|
LOL! Well stated. I only watch Canadian football (yes we have our own professional league up here), and only during the playoffs. Well done Linda!! HOO-HAH :)