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‘Twas the Night Before Bama,- Original Poem
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:01 pm
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:01 pm
‘‘Twas the night before Bama
‘‘Twas the night before Bama,
And all through the south,
The corndogs and gumps,
Were all runnin’ they mouth,
The Tide flags were hung,
In the trailer with care,
In hopes that lil’ Nick would,
Whoop that derrière,
The siblings were nestled,
Together in bed,
While my cousin/Nephew,
Made meth in the shed,
So Ma in her outfit,
With her roll tide hat,
Was cleaning the floor,
Where tobacco I’d spat,
When out on the lawn there
arose such a ruckus,
I picked up my old shotgun,
And got off my tuchus,
Away to the screen door
I flew like a turd,
After Taco Bell night,
To see what I had heard,
The moonbeams that shone,
On the pink flamingos,
Gave the lustre of Bismol,
The kind we call Pepto,
When what to my whiskey blind
eyes did appear,
Than an LSU bus,
and the grinding of gears,
And a coach with an accent,
So garbled and thick,
And taller than the yard gnomes,
So it couldn’t be Nick,
As rapid as tigers,
his players they came,
As they came off the bus,
Coach O called them by name,
“Gerbel drega, gom jarmba,
Plin yugga martisse,
Mongoba de larbo,
humsar flogga frees.”
His voice was like gravel,
As he hollered and cussed,
Sounding like he eats gumbo,
Made with cigarette butts,
The Tigers, they grunted,
got the bus out the mud,
They looked hungry and lean,
Like they were out for blood,
Like gumbo and corndogs,
The smell, how it lingered,
And I wrinkled my nose,
Like mah booty was fingered
Then a young man stared at me,
With eyes so ice cold,
He stood out from the rest,
Like a Ram from the fold,
As I took me a swig,
He just waved nice and slow,
And I knew that it Was,
Mr. Cool, Iceman Joe,
Then the team did the Haka,
Out front of my trailer,
And woke up my daughter,
‘Fore my nephson could nail her,
They tipped over our rascals,
Pulled down our Bama flag,
Took our bribes for the refs,
And stuffed them in a bag,
Then got back on the bus,
All except for Coach O,
And his eyes filled with fire,
Gold and purple the glow,
And the last thing he said,
As they drove out of sight,
“We comin, GEAUX Tigers,
Here’s to Saturday night.”
‘‘Twas the night before Bama,
And all through the south,
The corndogs and gumps,
Were all runnin’ they mouth,
The Tide flags were hung,
In the trailer with care,
In hopes that lil’ Nick would,
Whoop that derrière,
The siblings were nestled,
Together in bed,
While my cousin/Nephew,
Made meth in the shed,
So Ma in her outfit,
With her roll tide hat,
Was cleaning the floor,
Where tobacco I’d spat,
When out on the lawn there
arose such a ruckus,
I picked up my old shotgun,
And got off my tuchus,
Away to the screen door
I flew like a turd,
After Taco Bell night,
To see what I had heard,
The moonbeams that shone,
On the pink flamingos,
Gave the lustre of Bismol,
The kind we call Pepto,
When what to my whiskey blind
eyes did appear,
Than an LSU bus,
and the grinding of gears,
And a coach with an accent,
So garbled and thick,
And taller than the yard gnomes,
So it couldn’t be Nick,
As rapid as tigers,
his players they came,
As they came off the bus,
Coach O called them by name,
“Gerbel drega, gom jarmba,
Plin yugga martisse,
Mongoba de larbo,
humsar flogga frees.”
His voice was like gravel,
As he hollered and cussed,
Sounding like he eats gumbo,
Made with cigarette butts,
The Tigers, they grunted,
got the bus out the mud,
They looked hungry and lean,
Like they were out for blood,
Like gumbo and corndogs,
The smell, how it lingered,
And I wrinkled my nose,
Like mah booty was fingered
Then a young man stared at me,
With eyes so ice cold,
He stood out from the rest,
Like a Ram from the fold,
As I took me a swig,
He just waved nice and slow,
And I knew that it Was,
Mr. Cool, Iceman Joe,
Then the team did the Haka,
Out front of my trailer,
And woke up my daughter,
‘Fore my nephson could nail her,
They tipped over our rascals,
Pulled down our Bama flag,
Took our bribes for the refs,
And stuffed them in a bag,
Then got back on the bus,
All except for Coach O,
And his eyes filled with fire,
Gold and purple the glow,
And the last thing he said,
As they drove out of sight,
“We comin, GEAUX Tigers,
Here’s to Saturday night.”
This post was edited on 11/8/19 at 11:24 pm
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:11 pm to fr33manator
This changed my life
Thank you
Thank you
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:12 pm to Party At LSU
And taller than the yard gnomes,
So it couldn’t be Nick,
So it couldn’t be Nick,
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:19 pm to qjs11
I will never read that. I don't understand
when people feel the need to write a poem
about a sporting event. When they read them
aloud on the coaches call in show, I turn
the volume down. Cringe to the max. Anyway,
hope others enjoy it.
when people feel the need to write a poem
about a sporting event. When they read them
aloud on the coaches call in show, I turn
the volume down. Cringe to the max. Anyway,
hope others enjoy it.
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:21 pm to fr33manator
Out freaking standing
This is going to a Bama dude at work. All credit to you of course fr33.
This is going to a Bama dude at work. All credit to you of course fr33.
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:25 pm to fr33manator
Normally I hate this cheesy shite however this was funny...excellent work!
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:37 pm to fr33manator
I normally dont read theses because 90% are terrible, but when I was who wrote it, I knew it was going to be well written.
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:44 pm to fr33manator
You are a TD treasure! Thanks for sharing this amazing piece of work
Posted on 11/8/19 at 7:44 pm to The Creaux
quote:
I don't understand when people feel the need to write a poem about a sporting event.
There are hundreds of threads a day about all kinds of stupid shite, and it bothers you because this one is an
Humorous tribute to one of the best known poems ever?
It’s just good fun and ribbing.
This post was edited on 11/8/19 at 7:46 pm
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