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The Gipper

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Yes, it is almost the season.....but since we are WAY too early on things like Christmas, etc.....I guess I decided why not get into the season's spirit a bit early...with this:

What to my wondering eyes should appear

But a miniature blocking sled and 8 tiny competiteers.

With a little old college scout so lively and hyper,

I knew in a moment it must be Mel Kiper.

More rapid than Eagles and Seahawks they came

and Mel whistled and shouted them out by name:

NOW Darnold

NOW Rosen

NOW Allen and Jackson

ON Browning

ON Baker

ON Barrett and Litton

To the Top of the heap, to the Top of the Draft

Now 40 yard dash away

Now vertical leap away

Now 3 cone drill away all........

And they all shouted out with glee:

Rudolph the Okie Cowboy

You'll go down in history.

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Challenge accepted, Gip

 

We drafted and appetizer,

His name? Deshone Kizer.

And passes went flying

To wrong hands, bad timing.

 

You could blame receivers,

The coach, the young QB,

The front office, with no Weaver,

A defense still to be.

 

No matter what's your take:

We're 0-10, no more, no less.

But cheer up, my friends,

There's hope, even in the ache.

 

As the most glorious feats

Are achieved by those who fight,

As one in the painful defeats,

As one in the longest night.

 

I hope you didn't expect something with more quality from the Spaniard ;)

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No poetry from me but with tomorrow being Thanksgiving we should all be thankful of something ..... me I am just thankful I am not a 14 year old female living in Roy Moore's house

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23 minutes ago, Nero said:

Challenge accepted, Gip

 

We drafted and appetizer,

His name? Deshone Kizer.

And passes went flying

To wrong hands, bad timing.

 

You could blame receivers,

The coach, the young QB,

The front office, with no Weaver,

A defense still to be.

 

No matter what's your take:

We're 0-10, no more, no less.

But cheer up, my friends,

There's hope, even the ache.

 

As the most glorious feats

Are achieved by those who fight,

As one in the painful defeats,

As one in the longest night.

 

I hope you didn't expect something with more quality from the Spaniard ;)

Is that a take off of a particular poem...or song lyric?  If so I don't recognize it.

If it is your own creation:  Bravo!

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19 minutes ago, darren15 said:

No poetry from me but with tomorrow being Thanksgiving we should all be thankful of something ..... me I am just thankful I am not a 14 year old female living in Roy Moore's house

A man living out of time.    If this were the middle ages, it would be perfectly acceptable.

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9 minutes ago, The Gipper said:

Is that a take off of a particular poem...or song lyric?  If so I don't recognize it.

If it is your own creation:  Bravo!

That's my own creation, lol.

EDIT: also, in the 12th verse, it is supposed to be ''in the ache''. I have a shitty connection and cannot correct it.

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I, Sashi shall be telling this with a sigh;

Somewhere ages and ages hence;

Two Quarterbacks emerged from the woods;

And I took the one with the least experience

And it has made all the difference.

Yet now knowing how that choice led the team astray

I doubt I shall be back to choose another day

(with apologies to Robert Frost)

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Browns fans shall not go gentle into the night.

Old age burns our arse and we shall rave at the end of day

Rage, rage against the dying of our rights

Courtesy of Dylan Thomas

and with this poem, we can tell what his favorite football team was. Here is a passage:

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Seems he was a damned Packer fan.

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58 minutes ago, The Gipper said:

I can only think of the  "I Come from a Land Down Under" lyrics.    Is this one kind of like "Nantucket"?

Gip, the “Nantucket” you referenced are called Limericks.

An example:

There once was a fellow named O’Doole

Who found little red spots on his tool

His doctor was a cynic

He said “get out of my clinic”

And wipe off that lipstick you fool!

 

 

 

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22 minutes ago, Canton Dawg said:

Gip, the “Nantucket” you referenced are called Limericks.

An example:

There once was a fellow named O’Doole

Who found little red spots on his tool

His doctor was a cynic

He said “get out of my clinic”

And wipe off that lipstick you fool!

 

 

 

Well.....hey....we can go with Limericks for this thread.    Limericks, lyrics, poems  WTF ever.B)

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My favorite Christmas Song.............

 

Here comes Santa Claus

Here comes Santa Claus

What kind of argyle sweater bull schidt is that caulk sucker bringing me this year?

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You know there's Kizer and Kessler
Manziel and Haden
Hogan and Hoyer
Thomas and Pettine
But do you recall
The most famous Brownie of all?

Sashi the Brown-Nosed Executive
Had a very brown nose
And if you ever saw him
You would even say it grows

All of the other executives
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Sashi
Join in any executive games

Then one foggy Berea day
Haslam came to say
"Sashi with your nose so brown
Won't you guide my team this year?"

Then how the executives loved him
As they shouted out with glee
"Sashi the Brown-Nosed Executive
You'll go down in history"

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16 hours ago, The Gipper said:

So, What? Nobody likes poetry?   Let's see any of you try your hand.

Bang bang Lulu?

Lulu had a boyfriend 

Boyfriend had a truck

Lulu loved to shift the gears

Boyfriend loved to ****

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Gip you have entirety too much time on your hands......evidently so do i. :lol:

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Or a cheery song, I like this one:

Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it’s gone right to my head
Wherever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You can always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home.

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Dashing through the snow 

Right up the O line butts

Oh what fun we have with Crow 

Who never heard of cuts.

 

When he plows ahead

We know he will not score

But Hue just keeps on riding him

Right on out the door.

 

Adios Huey, Adios Huey

A line you shouldn't have drawn

You will see the clock run out 

Cause timeouts are all gone

 

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