Fredd
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In the spirit of Christmas (and in the line of "Twas the Night Before Christmas"), I have revived my own little poem for today's game:
Twas the day of the kickoff, and all ‘cross the linc
The Cowboys were saying, last turkey day, “we stink”.
The Bear’s game is over, it’s time to play ball,
We’re up against the eagles, they are primed to fall.
The Zoners were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of touchdowns danced in their heads.
And Reality and others were ready to mod
‘Cuz zoners complain, wish they’d stop, OH MY GOD!!!!
When out in the living room, there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed, to see what was the matter.
Away to my flat screen I flew like a flash,
Jumped on to the couch, glad the remote wasn’t smashed!
The clock had just passed, eight fifteen it did say
I have to get food, to keep hunger at bay.
The pregame was over, it’s time to sit tight
It’s Dallas @ Philly, we’re in for a fight.
Now Murray! Now Bryant! Now Witten and Tony
On Martin, on Fred, the Eagles are phony’s!
To the TV I screamed, it was all quite bizarre
I get all excited just seeing that star!
Then Jerry was on, his face nice and stretched,
He proclaims “we’ll win”, which isn’t far-fetched.
His face is all red from his numerous drinks,
He would certainly benefit from at least forty winks.
Now Jason was on stating “right kind of guys”
It’s hard to tell one, are they all in disguise?
His 5-year plan is now ready to roll,
It’s on to the playoffs, and then, Super Bowl.
There are pictures of Tony, throwing pass after pass,
Dez, Jason and Demarco all ready to catch.
The run game looks awesome, the OLine is keen.
They are getting somewhat nasty, unruly, and mean.
The defense looks porous, which unit do we get.
The one that handled seattle or one to forget.
Its put up or shut up, but I’ll take the first,
Another poor outing would be just the worst!
The zebra takes center stage, I am breathless and pale,
The coin has been flipped. “Call it, heads or tails”
Our Superbowl run is now underway,
Kick that pigskin mightily, let’s begin this fray.
The Cowboy defense gets the first three and out
It’s on to the offense, I scream and I shout!
But I say to all of the CowboyZone masses
“Let the post-season begin, lets kick the Eagirls ******!”
Twas the day of the kickoff, and all ‘cross the linc
The Cowboys were saying, last turkey day, “we stink”.
The Bear’s game is over, it’s time to play ball,
We’re up against the eagles, they are primed to fall.
The Zoners were nestled, all snug in their beds,
While visions of touchdowns danced in their heads.
And Reality and others were ready to mod
‘Cuz zoners complain, wish they’d stop, OH MY GOD!!!!
When out in the living room, there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed, to see what was the matter.
Away to my flat screen I flew like a flash,
Jumped on to the couch, glad the remote wasn’t smashed!
The clock had just passed, eight fifteen it did say
I have to get food, to keep hunger at bay.
The pregame was over, it’s time to sit tight
It’s Dallas @ Philly, we’re in for a fight.
Now Murray! Now Bryant! Now Witten and Tony
On Martin, on Fred, the Eagles are phony’s!
To the TV I screamed, it was all quite bizarre
I get all excited just seeing that star!
Then Jerry was on, his face nice and stretched,
He proclaims “we’ll win”, which isn’t far-fetched.
His face is all red from his numerous drinks,
He would certainly benefit from at least forty winks.
Now Jason was on stating “right kind of guys”
It’s hard to tell one, are they all in disguise?
His 5-year plan is now ready to roll,
It’s on to the playoffs, and then, Super Bowl.
There are pictures of Tony, throwing pass after pass,
Dez, Jason and Demarco all ready to catch.
The run game looks awesome, the OLine is keen.
They are getting somewhat nasty, unruly, and mean.
The defense looks porous, which unit do we get.
The one that handled seattle or one to forget.
Its put up or shut up, but I’ll take the first,
Another poor outing would be just the worst!
The zebra takes center stage, I am breathless and pale,
The coin has been flipped. “Call it, heads or tails”
Our Superbowl run is now underway,
Kick that pigskin mightily, let’s begin this fray.
The Cowboy defense gets the first three and out
It’s on to the offense, I scream and I shout!
But I say to all of the CowboyZone masses
“Let the post-season begin, lets kick the Eagirls ******!”
