A Valentine's poem

Or just "We, 42."

Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m using my hand, but thinking of you.

I was ready to hate this.

But you damn it, you won this romantic over. Have an upvote.

Working title: "With your consent"

Michigan beat the buckeyes

i like your face and words

The buckeyes lost in football

let's just up and do it

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his maize complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal scoreline shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
    So long as eyes can catch a glimpse of heav'n,
    Mich forty-two, Ohio twenty-sev'n.

Picture is worth a thousand words.

Seems like it's been so long

And yet the memories go on and on

Of a defenestration so resounding

At the hands of a Hassan Haskins pounding

42-27, that was the final word

Defeating a coach who was born on third

With three and four stars who came to play

And ruined the year for one Ryan Day

Hail, Hail to the Maize and Blue

Let's do it again in 2022.

OSU is red

Michigan is blue

We shit in the toilet

but in coolers they poo

I think we may have the same friend.

Roses are for vases

Lotion's for the skin

You will be my Valentine

Or get the hose again

Obligatory Haiku insertion:

Jim Harbaugh Is back

No More Pro League Interest

Playoffs Once Again

Buckeyes are red

Victors are blue

We gave them a cooler

They filled it with poo

OSU...  Oh, OSU
Your NFL Tackle
Trucked by Aidan Hutchinson

 

We skullfucked Buckeye Nation

with each successive play

Repeated penetration

of "hang a hundred" Day

There’d been no joy in Ann Arbor
During twenty years of dread.
Waiting for that final game,
Would The Big House see more red?
Had Jim Tressel cursed the Wolverines
Or was it Urban Meyer?
Could Ryan Day continue it?
Could Harbaugh douse the fire?
Then in one, brief shining moment
For Ann Arbor’s men in blue,
Ohio State scored twenty-seven.
Michigan scored forty-two.
Though many had expected
That the ending would be cruel,
Now Michigan might once again
Be called a FOOTBALL school.

I would up vote, but your current point count is that wonderful number... 42

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