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from ODE TO A WISCONSIN RUNNING BACK
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s Dayne?
Thou art more chunky with a bigger ass:
Rough stiffarms shake their tender chests with pain,
Please eat your steaks well—for we hate to pass.
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Song: To Brutus
Drink to me only with Buckeyes,
And I will chug Bud Lights;
Or dominate me in flip cup,
Then get me in barfights.
The thirst that from the Buds doth rise
Makes haste for Out-R-Inn!
Remind me of a Hawkeye loss,
And I’ll knock your fucking teeth in
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A Michigan Man’s Sonnet
Your mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
The sun is burning gas in space, not eyes;
Actually, eyes like suns would kill someone
FYI: Here’s a link about the sun.
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For a Mistress Deciding on a Lover
Remember girl, when pleasure beckons
Georgia will always come second
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Sonnet from the Triple Option 43
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the dive and pitch and keep
My counter pitch, my student body right
My love is undersized, and hath five plays.
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Let’s Stay Together (Kansas football edition)
I, I’m I’m so in love with you
My number of wins is two
That’s all right with me
Cause you pay attention to hoooooops
And Iiiiiii’ll never be Bob Stooooooops
Let me say that since, baby,
since we’ve been together
2 and 10 forever
Is what I’ll beeeeee
Bill Self—he’s the one you go running to
We’ll make a bowl in a decade or twoooo
Oh baby
Let’s, let’s stay together (together)
Lovin’ you whether, whether
Times are bad or bad
or crappy or bad (they’re bad)
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
The players aren’t paid
But a man named Jimbo makes seven million dollars a year
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O my love is like a red, red rose,
Twas pretty but dead with reason
Its beauty flamed, but died all at once
Like Auburn’s football season
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“A Bushel and a Peck” (lyrics by Bobby Petrino)
I love you
A bushel and a peck
A bushel and a peck
And a motorcycle wreck
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