So inspired by yesterday’s efforts by all we hold dear, I wrote a poem about em ... Guns Ablazing in TigerTown by Ramah Coach Oeaux told em how it’d go down There’d be Guns Ablazing in TigerTown Hurry-up Offense burn em to da ground Year three Tigers Championship bound Well those Tigers came out of Hell fire Scored twenty-eight points on pure Ire You could feel Chiasson’s pure desire Robbed of that sack he took it higher Third n’ seventeen LaRoche got ten Chiasson raced in leveling him then Crowd went Ooooh feeling that pain Football’s recovered by Delpit again Emery out in the flat in the red zone Electrified em all nearly took it home Once more up that middle to the two Joe’s pass to Marshall no more to do Five TD passes n’ nine minutes to go Until those golden girls halftime show The school record tied by Joe Burrow Hit the brakes time oh merciful Oeaux Tigers coulda scored eighty you know Oeaux held Joe for a Long Horn show Chiasson put Werts into that arm cast That game was over and done at last Well the second half was a mercy play No one else injured no more can I say The final score’s LSU fifty-five to three Tigers put the eagles out their misery Been many seasons n’ many a frown Since Guns went ablaze in TigerTown Joe Burrow for Heisman is goin down Scott Woodward get off your ass now Next week is the Heisman showdown Joe Burrow and Tigers to Austin town Gunslinger Ehrlinger he’s going down Joe Burrow fo Heisman gainin ground Scott Woodward (aka Woody) get off your ass now and start doing what you’re paid to deaux ... Joe Burrow (9) for Heisman
