A Song For Bobby

[SetzerFalcon]

*With apologies to Dr. Seuss whose words I used a little more than I should have...but darned if they aren't good words*

You're a mean one, Bobby P

We truly are for real

You're as wimpy as a pillow

With your chicken little squeal

Bobby P

You're the smelly gym sock

Off Grady Jackson's heel

You're a coward, Bobby P

Your heart's a non-existent hole

Your brain is full of cobwebs

You've a filthy, spotted soul

Bobby P

No other team should touch you, with a

Thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Bobby P

With your tacked-on, bullcrap smile

You have all the coaching instinct

Of a one-eyed crocodile

Bobby P

Given the choice between the two of you

I'd take the one-eyed crocodile

You're a foul one, Bobby P

You're a lying, dirty skunk

Your integrity's in the toilet

Your words are naught but junk

Bobby P

THE THREE WORDS THAT BEST DESCRIBE YOU

ARE, AND I QUOTE: SINK! STANK! STUNK!

You're a rotter, Bobby P

You're the worst of the coaching lot

Your courage is like month old bread

With nasty, moldy spots

Bobby P

Your heart is an apalling dump heap overflowing

With the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable

rubbish imaginable...

MANGLED UP IN TANGLED UP KNOTS!

You nauseate me, Bobby P

With a nauseus, super-naus

Your athletes all did hate you

And you clearly shared their thoughts

Bobby P.

You're a no-good, lying, piece of garbage sandwich

AND WE'RE GLAD YOU'RE GONE!