Too good not to share: Once upon a midnight dreary, while we pondered weak and weary. Over past victories and ones that are in store While we practiced, our game enhancing, suddenly they came, they came a prancing. As of someone gently dancing, dancing at our Foxboro door. Tis The Ravens, we muttered, dancing at our Foxboro door. Tis the Ravens, and nothing more. Ah, distinctly we remember Suggs hit, and since then hes been talking much shit. And each word burning anger Throughout the stadium floor. Eagerly we wished the morrow, even with apology that soon did follow, We will bring him great great sorrow, sorrow for the comments that he bore, The pats will bring him pain and suffering that will haunt him to his core, That will leave him nameless evermore. And the ravens fans uncertain, yet supporting their purple curtain, We thrilled them, filled them with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of our hearts, we stood repeating, Tis the ravens entreating entrance at our Foxboro door, The ravens entreating entrance at our Foxboro door. Tis the Ravens and nothing more Presently our souls grew stronger, hesitating we no longer, Suggs, said I, or Terrell truly our forgiveness you will implore, But the fact is we are hunting, and so gently you came confronting, And so faintly you came dancing, dancing at our Foxboro door. That we were sure we heard you, here we opened wide our door. Was the ravens and nothing more. Deep into patriots eyes youre peering, the ravens stood there wondering, fearing Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; And our silence was unbroken, the stadium darkness gave no token And the only words there spoken was your whispered words one more? This you whispered, and an echo murmured back the words NO MORE! Merely this and nothing more. Then, suddenly, the air grew denser, a beating so bad it must be censored, Whooped by Brady, the leader on the floor Mercy they cried, by God have mercy, please by the lord, just let us flee Withdrawal, withdrawal and retreat from our Foxboro door Quietly, very quietly you may leave our Foxboro door The ravens win, nevermore And the ravens, forever weeping, for they learned the Patriots are never sleeping The pats add another tally above their locker room door. And their eyes have all the seeming of a demons that is dreaming And the stadium lights streaming, throwing its light on the floor. And our souls from that win, let out the cries from within. The Patriots are so close, so close to 4, for we the Pats just need... Two more!!!
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 02:13:59 +0000
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