Back
to earth with a thud
Every
Tannehill pass like a scud
A
predictable loss to the Bills
Has
fans running for the hills
The
future of this team, clear as mud
The
reigning Man of the Year
Reinjured
and shed a tear
Charles
Tillman is what’s right
In
a league that’s full of blight
For
Peanut, well wishes and a cheer
On
the other hand, we read
About
Adrian Peterson’s need
To
beat his illegitimate 4-year-olds
With
trees instead of scolds
Purple
Jesus, indeed
The
last season has finally hit
“Sons
of Anarchy” has violence with no wit
Jax
trying to avenge Tara’s killing
Believe
his mom, he’s still willing?!
He’s
losing control bit by bit
Everywhere,
they were dropping like flies
Lost
four of my starting guys
In
a single cursed afternoon
A
2-0 team with an injury swoon
Fantasy
football, I shake my fist at your skies
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