We live right on Lake Erie Where we get alot of snow. Up in western New York state, In a place called Buffalo. America jokes about our weather And our poor jobless rate. Poor O.J. and our sports teams, About our bad luck and fate. You think that we all bellyache. We've dealt with everything just fine. You will never hear us complain, And you'll never hear us whine. Well, NO GOAL, and WIDE RIGHT, The referees, nicely put, are losing their sight, A forward lateral on a kick off, Still no championship rings. Please say something nice about our wings. How can the Stars in Dallas Go to sleep each night? Can you be called a champion When the refs didn't call it right? Well, we're going to change the rule, But it won't be until next year. And you just can't stop wondering why We drink so much beer! Tennessee, you went to the Super Bowl After a bad further review. You didn't bolt to the championship, It was just another Buffalo screw! NO GOAL, and WIDE RIGHT, The referees, nicely put, are losing their sight. A forward lateral on a kick off, Still no championship rings. Please say something nice about our wings. AFTER FURTHER REVIEWS THE COMPLAINING STANDS!!!!!!! B.G. Wetherby Enchanted Mountain Poems |