Divisional opponents inspire hate. And mockery. So let round two of the Raiders' Limericks begin!.
Here are five that I created. Please feel free to make up your own. And Raiders' fans, please participate if you've passed the 8th grade or aren't currently wearing an orange jacket and carrying a garbage sack.
At the end of the season, I'll do a post with the top-10 limericks from all the division opponents to vote on, so please rec the limericks that you like the most.
These five should help you get the hang of it (if you have an extra syllable or two here or there, who cares):
Gradkowski or Russell?
It really doesn't matter who starts,
because your coach and owner lack smarts.
If the Hutt or not,
your team's just a blot,
so bring your piss-poor team of spare parts.
Upon Hearing the Raiders Missed the Playoffs...Again
It's official, silly Raiders' fans.
Your team is a bunch of also rans.
You have never won.
You and Al are done.
So let's see where your wasted draft lands.
I don't care what Bill Williamson say.
Seymour ain't be resignin' no day.
You best check youself.
You team's on the shelf.
So throw mo money at Heyward Bey.
Randy Hanson Back in the Saddle!
Shhh, nobody tell big Tom Cable
Al hired Hanson under the table.
Al's telling big Tom
his tenure's not long.
Another Raider coach unable.
How the World Ends
The world won't end with locusts and fire,
but when the Raiders win, then it's dire.
The fabric of time
will stop on dime,
while silver and black drag queens expire.
Hail the Freakin' Neckbeard!