More verse.
Because I could not stop for Heath
Orvis
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Kevin Loughery
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And in the room the women come and go
Talking of D'Angelo
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"Beware the Jasiulionis, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Biesty bird, and shun
The frumious Berwanger!"
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We are the Red
Storm
Short years ago
We lived,
felt dawn,
saw sunsets glow,
Loved and were loved,
and now we lie
In the CBI
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My name is Otoja Abit
King of Kings,
Look on my works ye Mighty
and despair!
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Storm
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Norm
The banners were hung by the rafters with care
In hopes that another one soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their impossible to find Saint John's gear
While echoes of NIT championships rang their ears
And mamma in her unmentionables and I in the nude
Had just settled down for a long winter's rude awakening
When up on the roof there arose such a sound
That I loaded my 12 gauge and set loose the hound
But what did my wondering eyes see en route?
A miniature sleigh and eight mystery recruits
With a pompadoured driver so lively and thin
I knew in a moment it must be Lavin
With wingspans like eagles his players they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
"Now Derwin! now Wiggins! now Gary and Barry!
On Kyle! on Sylvan! on John Calipari!
To the top of the rankings! The top of the polls!
Higher than Blue Devils, Orange, and Vols!
Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a shout,
Got himself situated and got the hell out
But I heard him exclaim as he donned Keady's rug
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a humbug."
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Once upon a midnight madness
While I pondered weak with sadness
Over many a quaint and curious PDF of box old scores
While I nodded
Neatly drinking
scotch
At once I started thinking
Thinking that the ship be sinking
Sinking lower than the floor
What a fate I cried, forsaken
Aching, shaken to the core
Thirteenth place for ever more
Then methought the air grew thicker
(Though it could have been the liquor
Oft I wake and greet the morning
Having passed out on the floor)
"Coach" I cried, "if Harry sent thee
And by which this blest event he
Meant to circumvent the mem'ry -
Mem'ry of the lost Le Norm -
Quaff, oh quaff this kool-aid quickly
And erase the lost Le Norm!"
Quote the Lavin, "Nevermore.”