Guys Sunday Funday

Your alarm goes off at 10:00am

Just in time for pre-game on ESPN

Best buddies come over

With goodies and supplies

And a keg full of beer

To your pleasant surprise

Drinking early and your wife isn’t trilled

But she understands and knows the drill

Pizza and chips

Burgers and brats

Wings and nachos

Eating non-stop

Belly is full and it is not even kick-off

Go to your recliner and take the flop

Switching between games

Streaming some online

Getting fantasy updates

While your team shines

You and your friends take a break at the half

And you all close your eyes for a little nap

Wake up in a frantic fit

And jump up off your ass

Losing late in the fourth

Until the winning TD pass

Your wife thinks it’s over but she’s mistakenly wrong

It’s football night in America and you sing her the song

She shouts and screams

But her cries are your cheers

As you warm up some pizza

And finish off that keg of beer

All guys want is to watch football on Sunday

It’s every guy’s idea of a truly happy Funday

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I'm posting this one in honor of Superbowl Sunday. I got the inspiration for this poem back when the 2013 NFL season had first began. I was parked in front of the TV and computer every Sunday while my wife complained all day long about it. And that's pretty much it...