There once was a Seahawks QB
Who wore a shirt that said “3”.
The fans said “Oh no”
When they watched Russell go
But now they chant “Geno for me!”
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The 11.5th Man
Today I watched a once great team
Catch on fire, but die as steam,
Lead on offense by a bust
Who makes us say “In Smith We Trust.”
On the flip side now I know
How Michael Jackson puts on a show.
Do we suck? Yeah, probably!
But I still love the hawks, so whee!
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There’s Joy In Mudville Again!
Blair Walsh missed three tries tonight.
He didn’t have a choice.
The fans will go home sobbing,
But Mighty Casey will rejoice.
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Hint: I’m Burning The American Southeast In Effigy
It’s my birthday.
The Seahawks lost.
You may or may not draw
An accurate conclusion
Of my happiness (or lack thereof)
Based on that information.
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When 11 Just Aren’t Cutting It
Sometimes in our busy lives
The screaming kids and missing socks
Distract us from our due worship
Of our beloved Seattle ‘Hawks.
And so as Rodgers tossed the ball
Three downs into the third
The socks and kids conspired
Against the Northwest’s bird.
The Hawks restores our shattered hopes
A dozen micro-plays from there
When Hauschka’s kick from 28
Soared for 3 through frigid air.
The Packers missed a field goal kick
And took a penalty for 15. It
Will no longer please me writing this
‘Cause the rest of the game was shit.
Wilson threw like the guy by you
Who thinks he could throw better.
The interceptions just kept coming
And our eyes kept growing wetter.
Into this devestations causes
I dare not think to delve.
I can only say it’s all your fault.
Next time be a better twelve.
Read This Poem To Your Children… You’ll Thank Me Later
Seahawks run.
Hawks run slowly.
Seahawks run quickly.
Spelling matters.
Patriots suck.
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And Then There Were Eleven Men Again
I’ve no fondness for New England.
Denver’s nice, I guess.
Cardinals aren’t my favorite birds.
Alas, I must confess
I’ve reached a decisive time:
I’ve stopped seeking out answers.
I’ve abandoned all reason and rhyme.
I just pray for the defeat of the Panthers.
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The Bathrooms Are Clean In Seattle
There was moisture on
The toilet seat.
Somebody had to
Take the heat
For failing to properly
Aim their piss.
We blamed the Minnesotan,
‘Cause when it counts, they miss.
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