There once was a dude named Luigi
Who had the style and moves of a Bee Gee
His teams crushed the lady vol
With their team basketball
And mopped up the remains with a squeegee
There once was a boy from Montella
No joke, he was quite the fine fella
His team flew southward
And turned them vols into cowards
So much that their Orange went yella
There once was a team under Summit
on banjos Rocky Top they did strum it
In years past we have fallen
But kept on with the ballin'
And our team can beat theirs now, dadgummit!
There once was a team in orange
That seemed to be afflicted with mange
They lost by 34
But it could’ve been more
and they went back to grazing the range
This ends the thread of limerick.
A new tradition that died pretty quick.
You thought it was boss,
But it caused a loss,
Thus, as tradition, it will not stick.
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