A poem about Besstie, the cow, which takes the Super Bowl. |
Beneath the spotlights' glare, a hush falls on the night, Midway through the Super Bowl, a sight both strange and bright. A bovine ballerina, a moo-ving, moo-ving wonder, Besstie barges in, udder jiggling, a halftime blunder? The crowd, aghast, then chuckles rise, a wave of laughter flows, As Besstie trots across the field, oblivious to the pros. She sniffs the painted yard lines, a tail flick nonchalant, Ignoring whistles, shouts, and cheers, a bovine avant-garde. Security in hot pursuit, a blur of yellow shirts, But Besstie's got the moves, she jukes, she pirouettes, she flirts. She dodges tackles, leaps the cones, a hoof-tapping stampede, The halftime show forgotten, replaced by a moo-ving need. The players, mesmerized, watch on, helmets askew, As Bessie steals the spotlight, a star born anew. She gallops to the goalpost, a triumphant moo she sounds, And kicks the pigskin sailing high, beyond the stadium bounds. The crowd erupts in pandemonium, a roar that shakes the sky, For Besstie's halftime escapade, a memory won't die. She may not have won the game, but hearts she surely swayed, The moo-ving halftime miracle, the Super Bowl parade. LINE COUNT: 20 Lines WRITTEN FOR: "WINNER & NEW PROMPT Due Sunday Feb 11" PROMPT: A cow wanders onto the field at Halftime during the Super Bowl. What happens next? You decide. Please write a story or poem that has the title: "Cow on the Field" As one of your genres, please select: "Sports" |