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Saturday, June 8, 2013

QB Sneak

So many chances to fail
Determined only to avail
Never to bow or succumb
Until the battle is won

Focused on forward progress
At the one-yard line
No defense can repress
Onward movement of rhyme

No helmet, no pads, just pure will
Driving momentum into the end zone
As the pen lets the ink spill
Closer to goal line with each new poem

No receivers open, running backs down
Feeling defensive pressure, the heart races
Demonic opposition, begins to surround
In the ear, Divine coach says “Pace it-

Then drive it in with heart`s burning fire!”
The QB, boldly, pushes legs with desire
It`s desperation, so adrenaline doesn`t tire

The audience looks on at the sneak attack
Holding on to their breath, there`s no looking back
As the game ends, all anyone can see
Is the QB dancing in end-zone, victory!

Composed By: Andrew Drucker