There once was a QB named Bret.
Who moved to New York as a Jet.
He’s thrown a few picks.
But texting some chicks.
Are the ‘passes’ he’d like to forget.
-A. Edwards
Sports
Conjugal Visit?
StandardAt the Masters next week in Augusta.
Where Tiger will kick off the rust-a.
The porn star named James.
May be crashing the games.
So I hope he can control his lust-a.
Hockey upset
StandardLast night was a sight to behold.
The Canadian women took gold.
But there were no tears.
Only stogeys and beers.
Must be all that time in the cold.
Slippery Subject
StandardIt seems about every four years.
That Curling’s the object of jeers.
I don’t care what they say.
It’s great fun to play.
Especially after some beers.
Taking a Mulligan
StandardWood’s life has hit a new low.
So he wants to go on Oprah’s show.
If your life’s a disgrace.
There’s no better place.
When it comes to the eating of crow.
Tee’d Off
StandardWhen Tiger confessed to his honey.
He’s been humping around like a bunny.
She chased him outside.
And smashed up his ride.
And now she’ll get half of his money.
Sacked again!
StandardThe Pack has a QB named Aaron.
That has Green & Gold fans a-swearin’.
If he’d throw the damn ball.
Not be tempted to stall.
A whole lot less turf he’d be wearin’.
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