He’s gone into his cave again
at times, it seems so scary –
The boys are losing two to one
we’ll need a good hail-Mary,
He doesn’t even want a beer
he’s not good in the clinches
They haven’t even stopped the clock
and we’re on fourth and inches.
A whistle blows – move them back
the game’s not yet complete –
The coach is screaming something
the fans are on their feet,
A ref throws out a yellow flag
another penalty –
I swear it’s stupid goofs like this
that’ll be the death of me,
The quarterback, with all he’s got
sends it sailing through the air
But suddenly across the screen
there’s Clydesdales everywhere
surely you can’t possibly
really be that thick,
to interrupt, with seconds left
now’s the time you pick?
But then I understood your plan
I know just how you think,
It’s with your jumbo horses
you’re going to drive us all
to drink.
1 comment:
Perfect!! Nailed It!!
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