A superb owl alighted next to me,
With plumage bright and captivating call,
Its annual visit easy to foresee,
As was the promise we should have a ball.
And while its blandishments were a temptation,
I noticed that its wings were all askew,
So rather than great feats of aviation,
A lot of feckless fluttering ensued.
Though there was satisfaction to be found
By those who like to cheer for gravity,
The contest never quite got off the ground,
And far less fun for lack of equity.
Repeated disappointment can’t belie
The fable that the superb owl can fly.
Libby Weber 
Awesome use of word spacing 🙂
O’er rocky mountains seahawks swiftly soar,
yet inspired am I not by pigskin’s call.
Far rather would I hark to tweets galore —
Sir Pat and Ian and their soccer ball 🙂
I confess, the Superb Owl came from Twitter. Part of me wishes I’d written the sonnet about Pat and Ian 😀
SuperB owl was all over Twitter that week, and it made me giggle so hard I knew I had to appropriate it.
And it would be quite apropos
To have a ref who’s named Godot.
(The English pronounce it GOD-oh, but po-tay-to, po-tah-to)
Plenty of wings at Hooters I think
A person could get barred for such a suggestion! Seriously though, I think I had more fun at rehearsal than Broncos fans did watching the game 😀
“All I can see are millions of frogs with tiny crutches.”