An ode to Joe Flacco

Three fingers in the air to signal your call,

The no-huddle offense is moving the ball.

The defense is surging, we hope for no sack

Of our beloved Ravens quarterback!

Fickle fans booed you at M&T,

But you came back strong and convincingly.

From the shotgun, and on the run,

You looked downfield for Dennis and Anquan.

Relentlessly you brought us back,

Our faithful Ravens quarterback!

In cold, cold Denver and at one mile high,

You said, with under a minute, "Never say die!"

Breathlessly finding Jacoby Jones,

For 70 yards, O those Bronco groans!

On New England's turf you said to Jim C.,

"Let me cut loose! We need more than three!"

Tom had looked sharp but you struck back,

Our fearless Ravens quarterback!

On Sunday the best team will win the Lombardi,

And then the Ravens will have a good party.

Win or lose we will love them all,

Even Steve and Ozzie and John Harbaugh.

But let's never forget who led the attack:

Joe, our noble quarterback!

Vicki Weiskopf, Chincoteague, Va.

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