Christmas Poem

[outrunner]

T'was a few weeks before Christmas, when I clicked on the links..

And read how wonderfully my Jags, showed how the Colts Run D stinks..

It started with Freddy, in his old classic style

as he ripped off a run, leaving their D in a pile

Then in came Jones-Drew, to cap off the run

With a sprint to the end zone, like a shot from a gun..

It got even better, as the game slowly progressed

For our runners kept showing, the skills they posessed

With the touchdowns and field goals, we were taking the lead

we were punching their noses... we were making them bleed

The look on their sidline, was one of dismay

For they were figuring out, that we DID come to play

When half-time arrived, they were more than abused

While the Jaguars left laughing, they were highly amused

The third quarter arrived, it was our turn to start

And with the kick-off return, Drew was off with a dart

He eluded their tacklers, they sure looked like 'tards

as he ran for a touchdown, covering 93 yards

Poor Peyton looked anxious, no smile on his face

for his catchers weren't catching, there were drops in their place

The rest of quarter, progressed much the same

And when it was over, the Colts weren't in the game

The fourth quarter began and we held them at bay

Their defense was winded, their offense looked gay

We took out our starters, so no chance they'd get hurt

But they still couldn't stop us, we still could convert

Pearman sealed the Colts fate, with his goal-line pursuit

The ref teaching the tackle, though the point, it was moot

The game long decided, finally came to a close

As Peyton lie crying, wiping snot from his nose

It was painfull to watch, from a Colts point of view

As we did what their trolls, swore we never would do

We'd whipped their butts soundly, T'was the best I had seen

As we sent them home crying........44-17

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