I read through your poem with rosy intent
Hoping to find just how our draft pick was spent.
But nary a prediction was woven within
A draft poem without such is surely a sin.
So weave us a tale of our linebacker to be,
Tell us a rumor of taking QB's.
Make crazy suggestions like trading way up
Only to take someone who can't fill a cup.
It's not that I don't appreciate your work
And I surely don't want to come off like a jerk.
Just come right on back with rhymes that might stick
And tell us exactly who you think we should pick.