The Numbers of Chi-town
By Brian Patrick Roach
The numbers of Chi-town,
So many of fame,
Defines our crown.
Fifty-one, ripped off heads with a frown
Unsatisfied, explosion awaiting, taking aim.
The numbers of Chi-town.
Thirty-four, sweetly running the ground…
Over the entire game,
Defines our crown.
Twenty-three, flying abound,
Takin’ the last shot with no shame.
The numbers of Chi-town.
Fifty-four, side-to-side a drooling grey hound,
Almost corrupted by a blonde dame,
Defines our crown.
Our city, our home, our sound,
Roaring, Stampeding, the same.
The numbers of Chi-town
Defines our crown.
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Corrputed by a blond haha. Nice Poem Mr Roach, But I think you should add a few for chicago legends with titles. Maybe a Blackhawk, or Clutch Joe Crede. I Dont think urlacher has won a superbowl ...... so wheres his crown
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