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...

Shoveling Me Some Snow

It’s a crazy concept

This, I truly do know

And nobody understands

My love for shoveling snow

When I see it falling from the sky

I get so excited I could just die

I throw it fast but take it slow

Shoveling me that inch of snow

It comes down at different speeds

So I get out there and take the lead

I will not stop I must keep a hold

Shoveling me that accumulating snow

Some people wait until it stops

They like to sit back and watch

Not me I like to go, go, go

Shoveling me some snow, snow, snow

Don’t matter to me if it’s day or night

The snow always comes down white

Bundled in layers so I don’t get cold

Shoveling me that one foot of snow

If it’s winter and snow is on the ground

You know exactly where I will be found

Out where the frigid north winds blow

Shoveling me that heavy, drifting snow

One day Dad asked my Ma

What is that crazy son of ours doing?

He’s doing what he loves don’t you know?

He’s out there shoveling some snow

Yes, it’s a crazy concept

This, I truly do know

But try to understand

My love for shoveling snow

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I wrote this during the snow storm that dumped 14 inches on us here in Michigan. It was the most snow I've ever seen in one storm. I've always loved shoveling snow though and people think I'm crazy for it. That was my inspiration for this poem.