A douche of the lowest smell
A cheater and a liar as well
He can’t drive a bike too good
But a coed believed he could
‘Bout time Bobby Petrino finally fell
On women he waged war
Cried Jeezus and belittled the poor
He quit with little decorum
Goodbye, Rick Santorum
Now easier for your racist rants to ignore
A playoff drive looked like crap
The ball rested on needles and sap
Simply hooked it 40 yards to the green
As clutch a shot as the Masters’ has seen
To Bubba, a doff o’ the cap
Warren Sapp could really ball
But man, what a post-career fall
His analysis made you say “Good heavens”
Now filing for Chapter 11
For someone so big, sure looks pretty small
Feverish Don passed out sleepy
Joan was strong instead of weepy
Some scenes truly astounded
Violent undertones abounded
In a “Mad Men” that was kinda creepy
Last time …
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