Twas Two Months Before Playoffs

Twas to months before playoffs and Cheeseheads were sad,
They can’t come to grips that their team was plain bad.

Reggie’s long gone and Holmgren is history,
Farve’s lost his arm, Oh what misery!

One almost feels bad, but they’re Cheeseheads, who cares,
They, even got beat by the crappy Chicago Bears.

So into their trailer homes the Cheeseheads did scurry,
Like Farve on painkillers, their vision was blurry.

Not knowing what to do, like a shepheardless flock,
They crawl in their beds, clutching that worthless Packer Stock.

Alas, but sweet dreams now evade Titletown,
Replaced by the vision of each Viking touchdown.

Over and over they replay each Packer loss,
“Why’d we draft Holliday, we coulda had Moss?”

Seeking solace from Minnesotans for their pathetic state,
“For what do we owe such ingionous fate?”

They heard from the border, in one giant lump,
“I hope you enjoy your next 30-year slump!”

“You Packer Fans got too big for your britches,
Bite the pillow, you’re the Vikings new #@*&@# ‘s!”

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