There’s a fellow we knew as Air Jordan
Years ago many planes he was boardin’
When he left his abode
To play games on the road
He was larger than life, like Flash Gordon
With the Bulls he was clearly the leader
With three kids, he was also a breeder
He could jump really high
That’s no word of a lie
Off the court he was quite the good deeder
In his prime he won titles galore
And controlled what went down on the floor
He got pounded each night
But he always took flight
He was graceful as Eva Gabor
Once he tried playing baseball, but stunk
As he couldn't hit pitches with junk
Also those that had none
So it wasn't as fun
As a drive through the paint for a dunk
He’s enjoyed spending time on the links
And he plays quite a lot, but he stinks
He has lost many bets
And incurred many debts
But his wife still wears diamonds and minks
After failing at 2 other sports
He returned to the basketball courts
Where he starred once again
Making boys out of men
Faking many right out of their shorts
Michael’s never been frugal or thrifty
On the court he was clever and shifty
He’s the greatest of all
Making hoops with a ball
Now this tall glass of water turns fifty
Tribute To Michael Jordan
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with permission of the Author.
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