Super Bowl Sunday
I’m just not the type
To get too wrapped up
In all of the hype

I watch a few ads
And do lots of snacking
But of football itself
My interest is lacking

First down or touchdown?
I really don’t care
Of most every play
I remain unaware

I eat too much junk
My mind starts to wonder
When is the half-time show?
Between chips I’ll ponder

That extravaganza over
And the food almost done
I head off to bed
Not knowing who won

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