re: Cinco De Mayo-game day poetry thread.

‘Twas a sunny Sunday noon, the field was smooth and steady,
Rally Baw is in the stands, his bald head all polished and ready.

Championship Gold adorned our Tiger's chest, Ack is on the mound and ready, to face the Faggie’s best.

K lady has her Ks stacked high and ready to go,
As purple and gold flood the stands because all our Tigers know
the sweep is on today and it’s time to let it show.

Possums from down the bayou raise their heads at the crack of the bat.
For they know that sound and come running,
to wait where the homer balls sat.

Monster Milam and Tommy Tanks bow their heads and pray for strength,
There can be no fan interference today, the ball is going way beyond that outfield fence.

The final score will show those Faggies who’s the best, our Tigers have turned a corner and it’s time to show the rest.

Jay walks off the field with his head high and proud, waves a hand to the fans who still make quite a crowd.

And as the sun sets on the bayou, casting a shadow the color gold, all us faithful fans can see,
the Tigers are exactly, what the legends foretold.