NEW YORK – At the request of one our readers named Bobby G, I am going to write an original Super Bowl war poem for the Giants. This will be my third or fourth time doing this, usually only on special occasions. Some say it is good luck because it confirms that you have fought out the battle in your mind and came to such a conclusion logically. For which, you could not simply arrive at without careful consideration.
I’m sure the Giants players have fought this battle in their minds over and over already. It is wise to do such a thing before a fight and it will help you to anticipate your opponents moves. I’m certain the Giants players are not messing around with this opportunity for greatness and will have a hard time sleeping a wink tonight. The dull anticipation must be excruciating. I am not a Samurai Warrior but I do think they are awesome. Hence, without any further agonizing waiting, I give you, the Super Bowl Samurai War Poem. Enjoy!
Super Bowl XLVI Samurai War Poem.
Twas the night before the Super Bowl,
At Peyton Manning’s home, in Indy,
The parents were fast asleep by now,
But the two brothers couldn’t sleep.
Big brother, took little brother, out for a ride,
Knowing the big game, would be fresh on his mind,
The ride did Eli good, and so did the talk,
Because Manning is the Giant, and Brady is the beanstalk.
So Easy Eli went to bed that night, bright with a smile,
Sure that his plan to beat Brady, would run like the wild,
But Brady was awake, and scheming in his bed,
And thinking the very same things in his head,
He was sure he could beat the Giants,
If things went his way, and his teammates played great,
But what about Osi and Justin and JPP, No mistakes
He nodded in agreement and let his eyes fall to the floor,
Brady said he already knew, that Big Blue, would triumph once more.
The Patriots QB, spoke of a dream he had that night,
Where two super armies, gathered on a field, to have a fight,
The battle was quick, but decisive, in the scorekeepers mind,
And it was clear who had won, and who had lost, by a mile,
Only one man stood above it all, and made the right calls,
This man was named Coughlin, and his Captain stood tall.
His captain was Manning, among the big lucky three,
Who were voted Super Bowl captains, Manning wins MVP,
Your head is just spinning, and your thinking, how can this be?
The last thing Brady remembered, was Eli going to Disney.
And then he woke up, to Giselle’s punch in the gut,
She told him he was sweating, and screaming like a nut,
Tom rubbed his eyes, and told her he’s not surprised,
The Giants are going to win, and leave us far behind.
His vision was right, and the G-Men did win,
Mara lifted the Lombardi trophy, to let the moment sink in,
A Parade of Champions, in a Canyon of Heros, my friends,
Do You Believe brothers and sisters? Because me, I’m all in.
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OK let me have it. What did you think of the Giants poem for Super Bowl XLVI? On a scale from 1-10, with 1 being the worst and 10 being the best. And by the way, I know this isn’t a graphic war poem like it could have been but we have to remember that kids read these article too.
RD – nygreporter – Good Luck Giants!
side note: I would like to request someone from the Wounded Warrior Project contact me at nygreporter@yahoo.com to discuss adding a program to your tool box called the War Poem Project if it doesn’t already exist. I think it would be beneficially to the war veterans and give them an incredible outlet to be creative and imaginative. I think we could get some terrific sponsors to put on shows and have them directly see the results first hand. I’m sure that by the time you guys read this all of the homework will already be completed but this simply me writing at a spontaneous moment and sharing it with my readers.
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