Seven Touchdowns, one I – N – T,

Talent absent!  How can this be?

Amish rifle, with pedigree,

Tell us Fitz, what do you see?

Freddie Jackson, no way… no how!

That O-line just ain’t ready now.

Leading rusher?  A human plow!

What they feeding you for chow?

Stevie Johnson’s playin’ hurt,

Dallas says that Chandler’s dirt,

David Nelson should wear a skirt,

The Bills offence is soooo inert!

Take that defense, take them please!

Drop them off at Chuck-e-Cheese!

I falling down upon my knees…

Just take them all, I beg you PLEASE!

And yet the Bills are two and OH!

Why? No one quite seems to know.

The reasons lay in ebb and flow,

Just beyond a ghost’s shadow.

Statisticians and experts cringe,

When I go on my “hearty” binge,

Of how such teams could burn and singe,

While surprised opponents come unhinged.

Ogre’s Eye, Cat tails and skull,

Can not concoct this nectar full.

To gain effects, an’ this ain’t no bull…

Throw in a sack of intangi-bulls!

“Hunger” makes a good addition,

“Heart” will reel in any mission,

“Will” can change  mental conditions,

And “Confidence”, with your permission.

These are things expert abhor,

Until you see the final score,

And then you never can ignore,

“Intangible’s” have done their chore!

Next week our Bills receive no rest,

Tom Brady fronts a demanding test.

They too have passions amongst the best.

As they take the “Ralph” and beat their chest.

What will we say come Monday morn?

“Same old Bills.” or “A new day is born!”

Will we cheer, or will we scorn?

Will fan jerseys be proudly worn?

So now I cherish the first two weeks,

Chit talk and say what no one speaks,

“Hey Patriots!  You sneaks!  You freaks!

Bend over now, and grab your cheeks!!!!”

GO BILLS