Here Is Some Super Bowl Poetry (Because NPR)

We can't imagine that quarterback Tom Brady had any time to write a poem during last night's Super Bowl game, and so we are grateful to the folks at NPR who contributed a few lines of commentary. It is, in fact, an annual pastime in the NPR studios. Last year, NPR covered the festivities almost entirely in haiku and this year, making good on their promise at the end of last year's game, NPR's Super Bowl coverage was peppered with limericks. From the top:

It was a game that etched Brady's place in football history. If he and his coach, Bill Belichick, were not already considered the best all-time at their respective roles, it certainly won't be difficult to make an argument for that now. Sunday's win marks the pair's fifth Super Bowl win together.

We were here right along with you all night, live-blogging the big game and — because we're NPR — writing a little poetry while we were at it. [...]

Last year, we covered the game almost entirely in haiku. This year, our colleagues at WBUR had some more of their own — and we invited you to do the same using the hashtag #SuperBowlHaiku. We retweeted some of our favorites as the night went along.

But before we got started, we fulfilled a little promise. When we wrapped up last time around, we posed a question: "Next time, limericks?"

Well, here's the ditty with which we marked the start of the game. (Don't mind the slant rhyme.)

Sure, by now the Pats are all old hands —
But can Falcons at last reward fans?
Ryan's shown he can sling,
Brady's got all the rings ...
Still, both keep interrupting the ads.

Relive the magic at NPR.