'Twas the night before Grizmas, when all through the palouse
Not an eagle was stirring, not even a goose;
The stockings were used to try and find a vein,
In hopes that St. Metholas could top the H train;
The Cheny 17 were nestled all smug with their dredds,
While visions of freebasing danced in their heads;
And Screaming Eagles Mom just turned on some rap,
AG1 was called yet again for some ass to tap,
When out in the wheat field there arose such a clatter,
Fans sprang from the high school bleachers to see what was the matter.
Away from the defense Van ran like a flash,
Shot through the A gap, knocked Hamlin on his ass.
The moves on the turf were beginning to flow
Griz taking the lustre off of Ewoos red womanly flow,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
It was non existent Eagle defense just like its been all year,
With JJ our QB, so lively and quick,
Ewu was the pussy Griz O was the dick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Janssen! now, Haynes! now, Canada and Jones!
On, Van! on Saylor! on, Burke and Nguyen!
To the End Zone! Another score on the board!
Now dash away! dash away! Methy Cheney horde!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
It sounded like Adams chubby sisters' hoof on the roof.
As the Griz scored again the crowd was starting to leave,
Tears washed off the eye black, and Hill on parole
The Cheney fans had their pipes packed with high quality rock,
In hopes that Baldwin gets passed over for the OSU spot;
A bundle of ganja and cooking a fresh batch,
The meth heads were leaving so they can raid their stash.
The stump of a pipe they held tight in their tooth,
And the smoke it encircled the Gatewood broadcast booth;
Eagle cheerleaders have a broad face and a little round belly,
They rarely bathe and are getting real smelly.
Shoota is a christian man, with an illegitimate kid
Might answer the question why only one line under only one lid;
A shoot of his gun and a bleached blonde head,
I laughed as I watch Wagenmann rip of his head;
Zach spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And slathered that stupid red turf; with a rag doll version of that prima donna jerk,
And laying his finger in front of his mouth,
Canada said quiet to the 7 fans left in their house;
Griz sprang to life in the playoffs like a Cadillac missile
Blew the challengers away on our side of the bracket.
Montana fans I heard exclaim, when they drove out that night,
Cheney in the rearview mirror is always a good sight!