Welcome to the Super Bowl, Denver. Today's limerick is a little different. That's because it's hard to be obscene when you're so damn giddy. So I went the inspirational route:
Who will put on this game their stamp
to complete the Broncos revamp?
Who will bring to this town
the Lombardi crown
so Pat can say THIS one's for Champ?
For one last time, this season: GO BRONCOS!
On the biggest game of the year, I couldn't help but state the obvious:
It's been fifteen years since we've seen
the AFC champs--that's obscene.
It ends on this day
with the Broncos' big play
and Tom Brady is missing his spleen.
Well, it's finally here, Broncos fans--the day the Broncos purge their demons. Who better than Phil Rivers to bully?
There’s revenge in the air on this day,
and the Charger’s aren’t getting away.
So bring on Phil Rivers
who never delivers
when he’s on his ass on each play.
Now, take your best shot. It's ass kickin' time.
It's never fun to kick a team when they're down, unless, of course, that team happens to be the Oakland Raiders:
It's the Raiders again in last place,
the silver and black a disgrace.
There are more high-draft picks
for this team turning tricks
on the streets of the AFC race.
I was uncomfortable comparing the Oakland Raiders with prostitutes for about--let's say two or three seconds. I qiuckly got over it. Now it's your turn, Broncos fans.
Let the records hit the floor, Broncos fans:
Manning is three touddowns shy of Tom
killing the league like a Tebow psalm.
It's the Texans' turn
to embrace the burn
of his fire like an atom bomb.
Give it your best.
Sometimes you just have to be direct and to the point:
If you turn around and you claim
that the Broncos must play in a game
now twice in five days
then you'd want no delays
in maiming Phil Rivers to shame.
Not quite obscene, but it gets the job done.
Sorry, folks. I almost forgot this week's limerick. Here you go:
I've got nothing to say with my wit
except that the Titans will quit
by the third quarter's end
when records will bend
and Munchak will drown in his $hit.
Let it fly, Broncos fans!
Good morning, Broncos fans! Another big game. Another Chiefs loss:
The rematch was just two weeks away
for the ketchup and mustard to play.
The results are the same
with their conservative game,
and the loss of Reid's balls in the fray.
Let loose with your version--with or without balls.
Happy Game Day, Broncos fans. Time again to break out something completely obscene:
If you're pondering Belichick's class
then you ought to consider a pass
on the shaking of hands
when he's losing the fans
and the score is shoved up his ass.
Sorry, I tried, but I just couldn't get McDaniels to rhyme with tiny Napoleon. See if you can.
If Alexis Smith was a man with some balls
he would stop with the junk checkdown calls,
but he's not, so he sucks,
so it goes that his ducks
force the Chiefs to puke in the stalls.
It's getting close to game time. Throw your limerick down, Broncos fans!