A Tim Tebow Poem (First Down)

#15

—Sonnet +1 after Tim Tebow

In one fabled city close to clouds, citizens clustered, stretched their necks,

hearing of a magician who promised to pull dragons from his hat.

Laid upon by eye after gawking eye, the nervous magician goofed rabbit,

and the streets crumbled under disenchanted foot—each riot springs from single lies.

Dislodge the cobblestones! Pull clay from storefront columns!

Turn cities into weapons, stomachs with teeth realizing where the best meat is.

The magician held captive, each limb roped to the saddle of a bucking city steed,

whips about to crack and quarter…when a wise man appeared before the booing mob,

through brannigan steam circling at the bloodlusting heads, the wise man begged

their amazement, speech from mouth moving like a whisper, his elocution echoing down

to all fabled cities. And the nation’s men disarmed, truces grew in heartland’s fertile dirt,

rabbit-from-a-hat was born and magicians allowed to carry on. Just in time for an encore.

All children are born immoral, and will ask just what that wise man said,

so that a world without dragons, again believed in magic. Recite, their good books report,

Yes, a rabbit is not a dragon, but rabbit from a hat is not half-bad. Is it?