There is a good squad from wee Storrs
They are beating teams out of thee doors
Then along come a Cowboy
Who the Huskies soon destroy
Let's get number five the fan now roars
There once was a team from Stillwater
Shield the eyes of your wife and your daughter
'Cause the slaughter at Gampel
As Cowboys get trampled
Will be too harsh to view. We're marauders.
There once was a player named Jackson
who quite often would get to the rack, Son
He done made things so bright
we sunglassed it at night
So don't you be sayin' Storrs lacks sun!
Tonight the cowboys come to town
or are they the cowgirls going down
at the end of the night
after facing our might
every single poke will leave with a frown
There once was a tall man-Name of Clingan
The Cowboys asked."Yo Dono..What you bringin ?"
He swatted their shots
Dunked on them lots
Gampel Crazies sent them home- A loss and ears ringin'
What's up with this limerick-themed thread?
Are we saying that haiku is dead?
Will both be required
For mojo inspired?
Or should we do sonnets instead?
this team won some games out in portland
they stirred up Husky fever back in storrs and
now gampel will be filled
as the cowboys get drilled
and husky fans will spend friday boneyardin'
There once was a strange colored group
Which played in a great conference of hoop
They left, sheet the bed
so cowboys came, they're dead
They are all just orange colored poop
What's up with this limerick-themed thread?
Are we saying that haiku is dead?
Will both be required
For mojo inspired?
Or should we do sonnets instead?
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