Gameday Poem

Poem written by Karley Ferguson:

From smoking pot to fighting,
To kicking your team's arse,
Our Tigers are quite versatile,
... Our Coach...well, he eats grass. 

Our Honey Badger dominates,
HOORAY for TIGER NATION!
You simply can't keep up with us,
And our excessive celebration. 

So here comes Alabama,
Smelling like number two,
With lady fans as lovely,
As elephant $h!t at the zoo. 

The players are quite slow-like,
Their IQs rival that of a roach,
So they whine and spit and holler,
And are proud of their HAND-ME-DOWN coach.

Tiger fans will be screaming,
"GIVE US PRICK SABAN'S HEAD!",
But 'Bama won't care in the least,
(Just realized Bear Bryant's dead...) 

So Roll Tide, Roll if you have to,
Whatever the hell that means,
We're coming for your houndstooth asses,
You bunch of pansy queens.

November Fifth is coming,
Not a damn thing you can do,
But drop your pants, 'cause this is your chance,
TO GET SPANKED BY LSU!!!!!