LINK I say: USC & Ohio State Two teams that do not suck Ignore the Fightin' Tigers? We don't give a F@#K! LSU being overlooked Seems that all is well Soon we'll shock the world And Ole Miss can go to hell
Let me try this: Tigers ramble on and on of NC dreams No BCS love for them, what a theft Did it occur to anyone who cared That the Tigers have 3 opponents left?
Haiku is a much better form of poetry: No conference titles Since James Meredith was there GEAUX TO HELL OLE MISS!
That's good wastebanker. What are the haiku rules again? Here's another 4 liner: The boys of Baton Rouge They wanted to be World shockers They looked past the Rebels and Razorbacks What a bunch of dumb-fockers
TylerTurden, haiku is easy. First line--5 syllables (that's easy--the number of fingers on one hand including the thumb) Second line--7 syllables (like the first line but you also ahve the index and middle finger of the other hand) Third line--5 syllables (like the first) Hope that helps.
Here's a good one... Tyler called us Turkeys What the hell is wrong with him?!? Gobble Gobble, beat the hell out of Eli I hate Ole Miss Damn I'm good at these.
Thanks wastebanker, it's been awhile since I've had to write these things. Tomorrow evening The tigers will sing the song It's all over now It is easy... I only wish I believed what what I wrote.:cry:
Well tyler, you don't seem all that bad. Stick around next week...you can experience rooting for a winner vicariously
how about this: Ole Miss sucks on a train Ole Miss sucks in the rain Ole Miss sucks in a box Ole Miss sucks with a fox LSU will beat Ole Miss here or there LSU will beat Ole Miss everywhere LSU will beat Ole Miss Eli I Am THANK YOU...THANK YOU ALL!!
Dr. Seuss is a Tiger The Sooners or Trojans or Buckeyes must wait, For next it’s the Rebels who are Tigerbait. Eli, meet Marcus and Travis and Chad, So much for your Heisman, now don’t look so sad. You’ll pass and you’ll pass and you’ll run around fast, But mostly you’ll find yourself flat on your ass. From the Grove to the Square how your faithful will cry, “Oh Archie where art thou?” to the darkening sky, But God, is a Tiger, or didn’t you know, His robes are all purple and his shoes are all gold. “Hey Fightin’ Tiger” is the song in His heart, And He knows the best football is played after dark. He likes a good gumbo with a really thick roux, The kind you can find at the Krewe of Ragoo. So save all your prayers, you rebel retards, God’s watching a touchdown by Alley Broussard. Oh Rebels, once proud, with your loud hotty tot! Seems a shame you lack even a sideline mascot. But really, no really what good would it do, Your mascot, like God would just cheer L-S-U. So I leave you to ponder your upcoming defeat, At the hands of a champion, one of football’s elite, Take heart in the thought that you gave us a fight, Then slink back to the mediocrity that is your birthright.
