Article:Twas the night before the Draft...

The following was written because I was bored… and because I’ve had like nine Heinekens.

Twas’ the night before the Draft and I’m sitting on the Chair Trying to figure out which prospect has the best hair Am I analyzing too much? If I am, does it matter? Oh shit, I forgot to get deli’s for the draft platter The first pick has been selected but don’t ask me why When I heard it announced I almost did cry And how bad is it that I’m writing a poem about tomorrow Thinking about the Patriots and V. Gholston causes me sorrow What if he goes to the Jets! Or what if they get McFadden? Brett Favre was just named for the cover of Madden And what does that mean, will the curse finally break? All this prognostication has given me a headache Limas Sweed is my favorite wide receiver out of the crop And Vernon G is my favorite to get a D stop I’ve liked Jonny Stewart as the best running back And think that Chris Long will give D.C.’s a heart attack Why is Brian Brohm going to be the second QB taken When he’s obviously going to prove everyone mistaken Draft Dorsey, draft Jackson draft Jonny and Lime And enjoy it because it’s all we get for time Because after this draft it’s all we have for some weeks So sit on the couch and have some drinks in nice streaks I can’t quite remember how this poems supposed to close So I’ll sign out with a point to my nose Cuz that’s how Santa would do it and that’s all that matters I know this is weird, but Jeff Otah is fatter

The end. Enjoy the draft.