Professional football is due
For the nanny state to step in
And by law turn the game into
A soft, money losing no win.
Players and coaches and teams will
Be forced to play nice in the game.
All what if injuries to kill
This sport built on fortune and fame.
Fans will become bored in the end,
With the over protective call.
Less and less viewership will tend
To be the death of pro football.
The nanny state will all too soon
Be 'fixing' Sunday afternoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
by fixing Sunday afternoon. good. I invite you o read my poems and comment.