Gumpy Haiku, Poem, Limerick and general Wordsmith Thread

Milroe, what are you-
McLaughlin, why is the snap-
For frick's sake, you guys.

That last play was shite
From the Les Miles playbook
It made me giggle.

Milroe and dildo
Are inexorably linked
Thanks to Tommy Rees

In the heart of Pasadena, 'neath the California sun,
Alabama clashed with Michigan, a battle just begun.
The Rose Bowl, a theater of dreams and might,
Where two giants collided in the soft, golden light.

Crimson Tide, fierce and proud, a storied football tale,
But Michigan's Wolverines sought to set their sail.
On the field of roses, where legends are born,
A poetic battle, from dusk until dawn.

The whistle blew, and the clash did commence,
Alabama's offense, a formidable offense.
But Michigan's defense stood tall and strong,
A wall of resistance, where hopes did throng.

Through the air and on the ground, Alabama fought,
Yet Michigan's defense, their dreams it sought.
In the shadow of the mountains, beneath the azure sky,
A Wolverine roar echoed, reaching heights so high.

The clock ticked away, each moment a test,
In the Rose Bowl arena, where champions invest.
Michigan's spirit, resilient and true,
Found cracks in the armor of the Crimson and the Blue.

And when the final whistle sang its song,
A victor emerged, triumphant and strong.
Michigan's maize and blue waved in the breeze,
A Rose Bowl triumph, echoing through the trees.

Alabama, valiant in defeat, with heads held high,
For in the Rose Bowl's embrace, the brave never die.
A chapter concluded, but the tale marches on,
In the grand symphony of football, where heroes are drawn.

From a Gump’s point of view:

Lost the only thing
That made our lives suck less, so
We banged our sisters

Nick retirement
Nap time for sad Tiny Nick
Early bird special

Whatever helps heal
Michigan greasing your arse
And making you cry.

We heard Harbaugh say
Who has it as good as us
The process is dead