Everyone saw the score, but no one said thanks. So on behalf of University of Kansas fans, I would like to write a Jayhawk thank-you poem to Missouri’s No. 1 fans — the Antlers.
Dear Antlers,
Thanks again for those late-night calls,
who knew those late threes would fall?
Travon said Miles couldn’t hit from 10-feet,
but after the bomb it was crow he would eat.
Most of the game we didn’t need luck,
we weren’t playing great yet still were up.
Ricky Clemons had the half of his life,
but for the first 20 minutes it looked as
if someone was beating his xxxx.
(Whoops! Sorry, that one slipped.)
Anyway the victory makes five in a row,
Kansas fans hope the dominance won’t go.
The talent doesn’t seem too far apart,
we thought you were Mizzou’s extra spark.
After all, this is what Tiger fans live for,
but the equivalent to us is the Final Four.
MU’s coach is the fourth-richest in the land,
but still no Big 12 rings grace his hand.
Before the game MU fans were ready to riot,
for most of the day Columbia seemed quiet.
You had the hair and a plethora of dresses,
Kansas again blew town leaving messes.
You’ve won the Border War in most sports,
not the one that counts — on the court.
No matter how many times we saw the finger,
those two daggers make your pain linger.
Get ready for January, we’ll do it again,
making you long for the Haley twins.
Jayhawk fans heard all your lame taunts,
doesn’t matter who’s gay, we can flaunt.
You say Rock Chalk Chickenhawk, F-KU.
We’ll say another win for Crimson & Blue.
Love,
Jay Hawk
