Evina in her jammies
And Nika in her bed
Thought not of sleeping
But of kicking hog ass instead
Then all at once
There arose such a clatter
The whole team jumped up to see what was the matter
Their phones started buzzing with one single tweet
It was from Geno and said
Tomorrow's revenge will be sweet
But only if you listen because I showed you how
We will get number 12 and we start right now!
razorbacks eager, tusks all a-drippin.
Sorry to say our guards will be rippin.
Looking ahead to an afternoon winner,
Pork chops the menu for Sunday night dinner.
He sprung to his bench, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Season to all, and to all a good night!
oh somewhere in this favoured land, the sun is shining bright, the band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; and somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, but there is no joy in fayetteville -- mighty hogs have lost their snout. oops wrong poem, never mind.
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