Twas the week before Christmas and all through Seattle,
the people all spoke of the upcoming battle.
Not the one for tax cuts in the House and the Senate,
but the one involving Wilson, Wagner and Bennett.
Division banners were hung from the rafters with care,
in the hopes that a fifth one soon would be there.
Our back seven was so mean, and our front four so burly,
that we almost felt sorry for Goff, Woods and Gurley.
We left home without our sons and our daughters,
who were too young to witness this terrible slaughter.
So while kids all stayed home watched by elves on shelves,
we packed the stadium to be part of "The Twelve".
The volume increased when they won the coin toss.
It was time to hand the Rams another division loss.
All throughout the stadium, you could hear the fans say:
"That coin toss will be the only thing they win today."
Early tailgaters, they burped and some farted.
So the air was quite foul when the game finally started.
I would have omitted this odious verse,
but as the game went along, the stench got even worse.
The Rams started scoring by both run and by pass.
These perennial losers were kicking our ass!
And just when it seemed our offense might come back,
Quinn, Donald or Barwin would swoop in for the sack.
As I relay this I'm not joking, nor just trying to rhyme.
But the crowd started leaving before the half time!
Many still hung around, although down thirty-four to zero.
After all, we had Wilson, our invincible hero!
As the second half started and began to unfold,
we hoped to be rewarded for braving the cold.
But the way things turned out, it got even worse!
The crowd started booing, players fought and cursed.
It's still hard to explain what had happened that day.
Many who were there put the blame on McVay.
After jeering them so long, this admission is hard.
What we had witnessed was the changing of the guard.
Kevin P.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 12/18/2017 12:15PM by guinnessram.
