Col. Bleep
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An epic poem in the style of Homer (Simpson)
Feel free to add to or otherwise improve the awful doggerel.
Expressing our contempt can help keep us focused.
Hey Georgetown: Your Nets Are Missing
Don't know when we'll meet again,
So in the spirit of our loathing
Here's one final dissing.
Hey, Georgetown: your nets are missing.
Ewing, Williams, Sweetney.
It was such a pleasure to beat thee.
Mourning, Motumbo, Iverson, Graham:
We're done with you...beat it...scram!
All-American Otto Porter?
Six-foot 8 but plays a lot shorter.
Your team is just a big disgrace.
And CJ jammed it in your face.
Can't forget coaches.
Well, Esherick we can.
We detest them all
Man for man.
JT2 and his stupid towel.
A big gasbag with bigger jowl.
And his son, just to be fair
Dude looks like he shampoos with Nair.
Lookin' like that.
You don' have any cred.
Your twin:
Mr. Potatohead
FGCU sent you packin'.
While we were ballin' and really jackin'.
You were goodbye gone, you see.
forced to watch us on TV.
C'mon, man
Be a sport
Admit you watched us
Rule your home court.
We're bound to meet in future times.
Again you'll pay for all your crimes.
Meanwhile, our rear ends you can be kissing.
Hey, Georgetown: your nets are missing.
Feel free to add to or otherwise improve the awful doggerel.
Expressing our contempt can help keep us focused.
Hey Georgetown: Your Nets Are Missing
Don't know when we'll meet again,
So in the spirit of our loathing
Here's one final dissing.
Hey, Georgetown: your nets are missing.
Ewing, Williams, Sweetney.
It was such a pleasure to beat thee.
Mourning, Motumbo, Iverson, Graham:
We're done with you...beat it...scram!
All-American Otto Porter?
Six-foot 8 but plays a lot shorter.
Your team is just a big disgrace.
And CJ jammed it in your face.
Can't forget coaches.
Well, Esherick we can.
We detest them all
Man for man.
JT2 and his stupid towel.
A big gasbag with bigger jowl.
And his son, just to be fair
Dude looks like he shampoos with Nair.
Lookin' like that.
You don' have any cred.
Your twin:
Mr. Potatohead
FGCU sent you packin'.
While we were ballin' and really jackin'.
You were goodbye gone, you see.
forced to watch us on TV.
C'mon, man
Be a sport
Admit you watched us
Rule your home court.
We're bound to meet in future times.
Again you'll pay for all your crimes.
Meanwhile, our rear ends you can be kissing.
Hey, Georgetown: your nets are missing.