Sugar Bowl Poetry

There’s a pall o’er the state of Arkansas
Not caus’d by falling birds
This dark state of grief and pain
Goes far deeper than words

For the mighty Razorbacks
Our beloved, red clad swine
Were turned away, defeated
In the backfield and on the line.

Tho’ they fought back valiantly
In a close contested second half
The receivers’ slippery fingers
Led to far too many gaffes

Coach Petrino looked disgusted
Like a man feeling quite sick
When Mallet heard the footsteps
And threw another pick

So, another year is o’er
Another season has been spent
And once again the Natural State
Is one of crushing disappointment

But all is not so dire
Yea, all is not so drear
For we still have Knile Davis
And there’s always a next year!

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