Twas the week before playoffs and Cheeseheads were
> >They can't come to grips that their team is plain
> >Reggie's long gone and Holmgren is history,
> >Favre's poppin'pills, is there no end to their
> >They tried lame excuses, those damn Cheesehead
> >They almost got beat by the overrated Niners.
> >So into their trailer homes the Cheesers did
> >Like Favre on pain killers, their vision was
> >Scuttled about like a shepardless flock,
> >They crawled into bed clutching worthless Packer
> >Alas, but sweet dreams now evade Titletown,
> >Replaced by the visions of each Viking touchdown.
> >Over and over they replay each Packer loss,
> > "Why'd we draft Holliday, we coulda had
> >Seeking solace from Santa for their pathetic state,
> > "For what do we owe such inglorious fate?"
> >So out from the trailer Santa left with a bump,
> > "I hope you enjoy your next 30-year slump!"
> >Packer fans got too big for their britches,
> >How does it feel to be the Vikings new bitches?