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‘Twas the Night Before Bama-Original Poem
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:14 pm
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:14 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 had to be,
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 had to be,
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 8:29 pm
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Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:16 pm to fr33manator
Germans
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:18 pm to fr33manator
Lame af
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:21 pm to fr33manator
Well done, Chris.
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:22 pm to fr33manator
You should’ve added a part about the Bama fan last year talking about his bootyhole.
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:26 pm to TigerFanInSouthland
quote:
You should’ve added a part about the Bama fan last year talking about his bootyhole.
“Like gumbo and corndogs,
The smell, how it lingered,
And I wrinkled my nose,
Like mah booty was fingered.”
It’s going in!
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:27 pm to LSUBoo
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:28 pm to TigerFanInSouthland
He put his fangaa in my booty! 
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:33 pm to fr33manator
quote:
Haka
Dumbest thing ever
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:39 pm to fr33manator
That was damn fantastic!
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:39 pm to fr33manator
quote:
The siblings were nestled,
Together in bed,
While my cousin/Nephew,
Made meth in the shed,
lol I enjoyed
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:43 pm to fr33manator
I enjoyed it. Don't let the haters shite talk you, they'd probably prefer a fanga in the booty
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:47 pm to fr33manator
O stuck to his folio, to his team he gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, even Joe Burreaux, his pistol:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
We comin’, We comin’, an’ we gonna frick Bama up they tailpipe.
And away they all flew, even Joe Burreaux, his pistol:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
We comin’, We comin’, an’ we gonna frick Bama up they tailpipe.
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:53 pm to fr33manator
Posted on 11/8/19 at 8:53 pm to momentoftruth87
quote:
Dumbest thing ever
Except when the All Blacks do it.
Posted on 11/8/19 at 9:07 pm to fr33manator
When did the USC Trojans join the SEC rantards?
Posted on 11/8/19 at 9:09 pm to DivotBreath
That’s another one of the jokes. When people say USC everyone thinks about Southern Cal instead of South Carolina.
So so many layers of jokes in that meme
So so many layers of jokes in that meme
Posted on 11/8/19 at 9:21 pm to fr33manator
quote:
And woke up my daughter,
‘Fore my nephson could nail her,
This MFer said nephson!!!!
Posted on 11/8/19 at 9:23 pm to fr33manator
LSUPoet shits better rhymes
Posted on 11/8/19 at 9:29 pm to fr33manator
LSU fans would sell their mommas to have them championships
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