I apologize. Sometimes someone leaves the gate open and I escape the reservation…

T’was early on Superbowl  and throughout the casa,

Dust buffalos roamed freely beneath all the sofas

The tortillas were crisp and the cheese was shredded

In hopes that the Nachos would soon be heated

The fans were ensconced in recliners with care

In hopes that Jim Harbaugh soon would be there

Cupcake in her apron and I with my jersey

Were preparing the snacks in a really big hurry

Then out on the street there arose such a ruckus

 I sprang from the sofa to see what the fuss was.

Out the front door I flew in a flash

And chided my guests for their unneeded clash.

‘There’s plenty of parking’ in case you can’t see

And ran back inside ‘cause I really had to pee

Suddenly the Anthem began to play

Wardrobe malfunctions were hoped for this day.

Beyoncé was fluffing  her beautiful hair

Preparing to lip sync the song with care

 ‘Oh say can you see’ swelled from her breast

Or at least it appeared that way out West

We sat down and gazed at the screen with hope

That the game would begin without some dope

Running naked across the field to express

His Warholian attempt at streaking success

And then on the screen to my immense relief

The first advertisement which was fortunately brief

As I turned to the kitchen to fetch the food

My friends all simultaneously booed

San Francisco had taken the field with pride

But our fans were seemingly already fried

By foolishly leaving the Living room proper

My recliner was free game to any interloper

 On to the kitchen with a flourishing flare

Where the food was all laid out with the greatest of care

Ignoring the game and  the friends I’d invited

I dove into hors d’ oeuvres hoping they wouldn’t feel slighted

The game was played and the ads were superb

 The very few complaints were barely even heard

By 10 PM no one seemed to be leaving

In spite of Cupcake’s gentle pleading

In order to encourage them all to take flight

I screamed ‘Happy Superbowl and to all a good night!’

I don’t often resort to poetry but something that shouldn’t have, welled up inside me. I apologize that I was unable to silence it. Actually, Cupcake and I will be doing it alone. My train of thought derails and I cannot absorb the commercials if we have guests. Well, that and they have the tendency to eat all the cheesy chips off the nachos and leave the naked ones.