Gabrielle L. Tastet
New Orleans Saviors - Poem by Gabrielle L. Tastet
Entire nation watching,
With our boys on the field.
Dirty Birds so close.
The score has been so close.
Let’s make a change Boys.
Saints down, ten to seven.
Saints up, twenty-one to ten.
Saints stay up, thirty-one to thirteen.
Saints are winning, thirty eight to sixteen.
Drew, Let’s get that record. Just thirty more yards.
Passes to Darren Sproles
Drew, our New Orleans Saint, Broke the record!
The game isn’t even over,
Saints beat the Dirty Birds forty-five to sixteen.
Drew Brees broke a record.
Life in New Orleans is a party.
Our Saints saved us after the storm,
Now they keeping us afloat.
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