I'm not sure how much sense these poems make, but that's what happens when I tackle e.e. cummings. His poetry is often disorganized, nonsensical, and hard to understand, so I suppose it's an appropriate poetic choice for the week we're playing Kentucky. Hopefully we'll cruise to an easy berth in the SEC championship game, but in the meantime, with apologies to cummings:
that laid me
flat on wartiglesman-butt
I try to stand
I can see onetwothreefourfive Cootiesbeforemyeyes
said they got him for Crowell
yet now I know oh the pain
getting rammed by charging Cootie is truly
Th GATA sp
If winning were easy and reffing fair,
if Bobo were right and the O didn't bog,
losses would be rare
the whole team would be there
yet I'm fully aware
Dawgs wouldn't be Dawgs.
If the blogs lacked bias and boards were nice,
and none made noisy new coaching plans,
and someone liked Weis
then I'd say in a trice
nice doesn't suffice;
fans wouldn't be fans.
If Tigers are sucky and lacking in dough,
and sporting an offense that's modern
we all will know
to expect status quo
and know they will show
Auburn's gonna Auburn.
If everything happens in spite of it all,
(and offense escapes from
our winningest head coach will lead us yet
(give the ball
to win the East how crazy y'all
Our D gets an A in class GATA
(and, what's more,
does it all
four rushing yards they may give up to you;
one yard a quarter is all you can do.
Not like it you may.
If Dawgs exceed Dawgs and fans exceed fans
(and Bobo calls better
than note books
then we'll beat the cats and bees and tigers
(not to mention
you can't spell SEC without East.
Now I love Dawgs and Dawgs love me
Our D their offense does nothing but stop
(and QBs we
tidy up with
Big Bad John triggers the Richter scale.
We're anything greater than sum of our parts
(our O is much greater
We can win the SEC I believe
(with an O
and time-eating drive)
We're awesomer times infinity.