Awesome poem I found.
Twas two days after Michigan
And all through the land
All the buckeyes were crying
Including the band
For their game plan was bust
And their defense lacked speed
And the UM Victors valiant
Proved too much, indeed
Coach Day sat confused
And the fans were a mess
Because that team up north
Came and proved who was best
With a year to get tough
And a brand new DC
A victory for the home team
Wasn’t fated to be
The Wolverines arrived
So much better prepared
And gave all of Ohio
One more year of nightmares
All day and all night
While the buckeyes are crying
Michigan fans spend their dollars
Playoff tickets buying
Good luck in your bowl
Playoffs weren’t meant to be
Goodnight OSU
45-23
November 29th, 2022 at 9:27 AM ^
Okay, yeah, that is good...
November 29th, 2022 at 10:21 AM ^
indeed
November 29th, 2022 at 10:26 AM ^
The meter could use some polish. I tried to read through it and the rhythm is awkward. I do like it overall, though.
November 29th, 2022 at 10:28 AM ^
This is a classic!!!!!
Absolutely love it 👍.
November 29th, 2022 at 10:37 AM ^
Buckeyes are red
Coach Day is a fool
Their defense is soft
And Stroud came to play school
November 29th, 2022 at 10:45 AM ^
Stroud does seem too thoughful--and sensitive--a lad to be doing time in Columbus. Does he now get time off for good behavior and head for sunnier pastures?
November 29th, 2022 at 10:50 AM ^
I wrote (IMO) a better poem Christmas Eve 2014, when it appeared that the Harbaugh hire was imminent:
'Twas the night before HARBAUGH, when all through the HARBAUGH
Not a HARBAUGH was HARBAUGH, not even a HARBAUGH;
The HARBAUGHS were hung by the HARBAUGH with care,
In hopes that HARBAUGH soon would be HARBAUGH;
The HARBAUGHS were nestled all snug in their HARBAUGH;
While visions of HARBAUGH danced in their HARBAUGH;
And HARBAUGH in his HARBAUGH, and HARBAUGH in my HARBAUGH,
Had just settled our HARBAUGH for a long winter's HARBAUGH,
When out on the HARBAUGH there arose such a HARBAUGH,
HARBAUGH sprang from his HARBAUGH to see what was HARBAUGH.
Away to the HARBAUGH HARBAUGH flew like a HARBAUGH,
Tore open the HARBAUGH and threw up the HARBAUGH.
The HARBAUGH on the HARBAUGH of the new-fallen HARBAUGH,
Gave a HARBAUGH of HARBAUGH to HARBAUGH below,
When what to HARBAUGH HARBAUGH did appear,
But a HARBAUGH HARBAUGH and eight HARBAUGH HARBAUGH,
With a little old HARBAUGH so lively and quick,
HARBAUGH knew in a HARBAUGH he must be HARBAUGH.
More rapid than HARBAUGH his HARBAUGH they HARBAUGH,
And he HARBAUGHED, and HARBAUGHED, and HARBAUGHED them by HARBAUGH:
"Now, HARBAUGH! now, HARBAUGH! now HARBAUGH and HARBAUGH!
On, HARBAUGH! on, HARBAUGH! on, HARBAUGH and HARBAUGH!
To the HARBAUGH of the HARBAUGH! to the HARBAUGH of the HARBAUGH!
Now HARBAUGH HARBAUGH! HARBAUGH HARBAUGH! HARBAUGH HARBAUGH HARBAUGH!"
As HARBAUGH that HARBAUGH the HARBAUGH HARBAUGH HARBAUGH ,
When HARBAUGH HARBAUGH with a HARBAUGH, HARBAUGH to the HARBAUGH;
So up to the HARBAUGH the HARBAUGH they HARBAUGH
With the HARBAUGH HARBAUGH of HARBAUGH , and HARBAUGH too—
And then, in a HARBAUGH, HARBAUGH HARBAUGH on the HARBAUGH
The HARBAUGH and HARBAUGH of HARBAUGH little HARBAUGH.
As HARBAUGH HARBAUGH in HARBAUGH HARBAUGH, and was HARBAUGH around,
HARBAUGH the HARBAUGH HARBAUGH HARBAUGH with a HARBAUGH .
HARBAUGH was HARBAUGH all in HARBAUGH, from HARBAUGH head to HARBAUGH foot,
And his HARBAUGH were all HARBAUGH with HARBAUGH and HARBAUGH;
A HARBAUGH of HARBAUGH he had HARBAUGH on his HARBAUGH,
And he HARBAUGH like a HARBAUGH just HARBAUGH his HARBAUGH.
His HARBAUGH—how HARBAUGH twinkled! his HARBAUGH, how HARBAUGH!
His HARBAUGH were like HARBAUGH, his HARBAUGH like a HARBAUGH!
His HARBAUGH little HARBAUGH was HARBAUGH HARBAUGH like a HARBAUGH,
And the HARBAUGH on his HARBAUGH was as HARBAUGH as the HARBAUGH;
The HARBAUGH of a HARBAUGH he held HARBAUGH in his HARBAUGH,
And the HARBAUGH, it HARBAUGH his HARBAUGH like a HARBAUGH;
HARBAUGH had a HARBAUGH HARBAUGH and a little round HARBAUGH
That HARBAUGH when he HARBAUGH , like a HARBAUGH full of HARBAUGH.
HARBAUGH was HARBAUGH and HARBAUGH, a right jolly old HARBAUGH,
And HARBAUGH laughed when HARBAUGH saw HARBAUGH, in spite of HARBAUGH;
A HARBAUGH of his HARBAUGH and a HARBAUGH of his HARBAUGH
Soon gave HARBAUGH to HARBAUGH HARBAUGH had HARBAUGH to HARBAUGH ;
HARBAUGH spoke not a HARBAUGH, but went HARBAUGH to his HARBAUGH,
And HARBAUGH all the HARBAUGH; then HARBAUGH with a HARBAUGH,
And laying his HARBAUGH aside of his HARBAUGH,
And giving a HARBAUGH, up the HARBAUGH he HARBAUGH;
He HARBAUGH to his HARBAUGH, to his HARBAUGH gave a HARBAUGH,
And HARBAUGH they all HARBAUGH like the HARBAUGH of a HARBAUGH .
But HARBAUGH HARBAUGH HARBAUGH HARBAUGH , ere HARBAUGH HARBAUGH out of HARBAUGH —
“HARBAUGH HARBAUGH to HARBAUGH , and to HARBAUGH a HARBAUGH HARBAUGH !”
November 29th, 2022 at 3:18 PM ^
Not a *poem* but Saturday after the game Jim Croce's "YOU DON'T MESS AROUND WITH JIM" came on in my car ... and my parody brain started in on the lyrics ... :)
Columbus got it's hustlers
East Lansing got it's bums
Down on South Main street lives a man named Jim Harbaugh
He's a footballin' son-of-a-gun