Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Ballad Poem

They’ve always been number one.
With all their trophies shining bright.
When the clock ran down the game was done.
The crowd exploded, what a sight.

Cheering for the yellow and green.
Hoping they would win the game.
Shining light for every teen.
Trying hard to bring themselves fame.

I as a fan loved their team.
Watching them score from the side,
Made me think they were machines.
Someday I know they’ll be known worldwide.

I believe they are the best.
Every team that plays the Packers,
Ends up losing, just as we guessed.
Because we are the mighty attackers.

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