I realize football is well underway. But this is about the Bills, not every other dork in the league...
Twas the night before football, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The craft beer was chilling, in the cooler with care,
In the hopes that Bills football soon would be there.
The players were all nestled, by curfew in bed,
while visions of Super Bowls, danced in their heads.
Some mama in her G-string, and I in my thong,
Drank too much tequila, 'till the night was long gone.
When out in the den, there arose such a clatter.
I sprang from my bed, to see what was the matter.
Away to the couch, I stumbled and tripped,
grabbed the remote, and cursed when it slipped.
The sun on the blades, of the fresh painted lawn,
Gave luster of football, the waiting was gone.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A crazy good team, against New Jersey, I hear….(where?).
With a two hatted coach, who’s been loved from the start (mostly),
He better deliver, .....crap, I gotta fart.
More seasoned than Jets, his warriors they came,
He whistled, clapped, and shouted their names...
Now Dawson, now Dalton, Now Josh and Stefon,
On Matt, on Micah, on Jordan and Von.
To the top of your game, to the top of the league,
Now dash away, yada yada yada. Enough! Let’s go men. Get it done!! GO BILLS!!!!