PeteCalvin
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Twas the night before Clemson
And all through the Dome
Not a spigot was pouring
Not even the foam
The players were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Tiger bums danced in their heads
And Shaf in his helmet and Dabo in his beanie
Had each gone to bed. (Dabo's a queenie - not that there's anything wrong with that)
And out on the turf will arise such a clatter
That the kitties will cringe to see title hopes splatter.
Now THAT is poetry I can read. Such gracefulness.