At long last, Hate Week is officially upon us. We managed to not lose our bye week. The site banner still has helpful words of wisdom about dealing with Gators. Vineyarddawg has officially put Florida on notice. The Georgia over Florida outhouse has already made multiple appearances.

Halloween is also fast approaching, so I figured that this week, I would combine Halloween with Hate Week in a series I'm calling "Dawgs Macabre." From Monday through Friday, I will post a rewritten Halloween classic a day (hopefully with accompanying track for optimum musical appreciation, but I make no promises). I was originally going to do only one rewritten song, but, like my hatred of and for the Gators, the project spiraled out of control.

In order to whet your appetite (and to justify posting this introduction), I have posted a few short Halloween poems after the jump. Feel free to use the comment section to post your own seeds of hate, even if you write only a few lines about your truck. You don't even have to write anything; a hateful picture can equal a thousand hateful words. Let's make this a Hate Week to remember.

Have you seen the ghost of Tim?

Gators used to rely on him. (Have you seen the ghost of Tim?)

Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh (Gators used to rely on him).

Wouldn't they just love to card a quality win?

Five little Bulldogs sitting on some ice.

The first one said, "Hating Florida's nice."

The second one said, "Beat the Gators through the air."

The third one said, "Hope the refs play fair."

The fourth one said, "Let's run and run and run."

The fifth one said, "Beating Florida is fun!"

Woooof! Woooof! went the fans, and out went the lights.

And the five little Bulldogs strutted out of sight.