roses are red
violets are blue
the horns are not back
hope they eat sh:t and die

MrGolfguy said:

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roses are red
violets are blue
the horns are not back
hope they eat sh:t and die

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Inspired by Hemingway I see. Nicely done.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where UT bent over before the SEC;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn UT's rear about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if UT should ever be welcome again, nay.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference-
I like my rear, the way it be.
FU, UT.

That was Robert Frost. I don't know if Hemingway ever wrote poetry.

No poem for UT. Just a giant middle finger, and a big L.

Turn a smile
Upside down
into a frown
horns down

vanillabryce said:

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No poem for UT. Just a giant middle finger, and a big L.

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Not playing "Eyes of Texas," was a good joke,
"We're back" was fun to poke,
A 40 Acre coaching merry go round again soon to fail,
But alas, the SEC/ESPN will soon post your bail.

There once was a team from ut,
Who won their school a natty,
But it's been a long time
their team has been in decline
While the rest of us giggle with glee.

"Next year we are back"
They cry out with the confidence
Till the games come around
And like divine providence
They lose and they whine
stay drunk half the time
Now they're trying
to ditch this tough conference.

Haiku (5-7-5)

kick horns in the nuts
entitled doochbags they are
choke them 'til they die

There once was a school called UT
They thought they were the bee's knees
They viewed themselves as the Joneses
Tried to leave their Big 12 mates homeless
All to still suck in the S-E-C

We've all watched with interest
As horn fans righteously declare
Their place in football greatness
With great arrogance to spare.

But the rapid transformation
That appears before their eyes
From cockiness to competition
Cuts their hopes way down to size.

So we always should remember
When their hubris betrays their trust
That the team they are so sure of
Will most likely be a bust.

arrogant basterds wear an ugly color
verbal diarrhea pours out their mouths
now they think heading east is the answer
sorry horns your ignorance is terminal

HEX TEX! HX TEX! HEX TEX! HEX TEX! HEX TEX!!!!

MrGolfguy said:

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arrogant basterds wear an ugly color
verbal diarrhea pours out their mouths
now they think heading east is the answer
sorry horns your ignorance is terminal

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I'm not smart enough at poetry to get this one, but here is another original I came up with all brand new like
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait for a win and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in linebackers,
Or, being hated, don't give way to the rush,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too good;

If you can dream of a great conference
and not make the conference your master;
If you can think and not make thought your aim (not hard);
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And pretend those seasons were winning;

If you can bear to hear the truth Mack spoketh
Twisted by yourself to make a trap for...yourself,
Or watch the things you gave your soul to broken,
And stoop and peck'em with your worn out tool;

If you can make a rat's poo of all your winnings
And risk it on one second half;
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after Vince retired,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Bend over a little more";

If you can talk with Ole Miss and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Bama, not lose the common touch;
If neither OU nor UTSA can hurt you;
If all men bet on you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving Vegas
With sixty seconds' worth of hope or rum,

Yours is the Austin and everything that's in it,
And
which is more
you'll be the SEC's *****, my son!

You play like you think you're really great
But you're not.
Horns blow.

You spout like you've eaten pinto beans
Cooked in soak water.
Horns blow.

You sing like you are virtuously woke
But you're asleep
Horns blow.

You arrive like you will crash the place
But soon you retreat
Horns blow.

You try to stop each team's rushing game
But the dam bursts
Horns blow.

You're leaving your home because you cannot cope
And you're celebrating!?
Horns blow.

There once was a School named UT
Whose colors were blood mixed with pee
They strutted and crowed
that the world to them owed
a ranking without games to see

With 5 stars in tow, and potential strong
I can tell you that this much is true
Their cows horns were long, but not like their dong
so their women would run to BU

Haiku (5-7-5)

horns try with next coach
Sark will lose just like the rest
failure is endgame

This thread made my laugh harder than any in a long time here

the eyes of Texas are upon them
that is what they joyously lip sync
reality is nobody gives a damn
about their corrupt entitled groupthink