25 August 2012
No fancy rhymes or pretty lines, this is who I am. Multi-layered, but at the core, a football loving man.
Not the wimpy game you Euros play, where hands are not allowed. Real football, with full contact hits to make one proud!
Where players who actually put their foot to ball Are not considered real football players at all.
Ever since I was a lad, for over 40 years The Minnesota Vikings have been the team to wrench my tears.
Texas is where I attended university, And the Longhorns is the name of their sporting teams.
So VikingHorn combines the names of the teams I love the best. But that is just the start. Let me explain the rest.
In poetry, words have often meanings more than one. Viking history and lore and gods are lots of fun.
A drinking horn filled with mead or secret heather ale; As a brewer, that's an image holding great appeal.
Also, sometimes as writers, it's our duty to warn Of danger or injustice, to sound a rousing horn.
VikingHorn I chose to be, and happy to be called, But happier still that autumn nears, the season for football!
A time to put aside our petty troubles and to pause And watch and cheer and devour chicken wings in hot sauce.
Namely • Opuss № I