Call Of The Wild Poem by Ima Ryma

Call Of The Wild



The Seahawks lose the Super Bowl,
Thanks to a coaching call that cost.
To pass on a one yard to goal,
Decision made and game was lost.
On second down, so why not run?
Twenty five seconds on the clock,
And one time out to get it done.
Pass - just seconds off the tick tock.
The play had been practiced a lot.
Only an interception would
Mess up the winning touchdown sought.
Guess what happened? Not Seahawk good.

A football call made worst of all
Will be dubbed a Darrell Bevel call!

Monday, February 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sports
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