Carefree Super Bowl

It was "heads." It was "heads." Do you know there is a dirty limit of ignominy?
Wind beyond where man's consciousness brother of shame cannot go,
The Players generally rose at about nine in moring in the canvas near the country;
Football, test of forewent late, had never been in haste. Hadn't you prepared for game time.
Better say dislike corkscrew, chips and dip while hoping for overtime.
Oh, father's curse be hanged–you don't frighten me. One day a year to hang out carefree.