Huzzah! The Christmas joy is here.
But in this town we all lack cheer
For all the townsfolk quake in fear
Pioli's coming back next year
"How dare they!" scream the mobs and masses,
And college kids just back from classes
We want to see more runs and passes
Not Raiders handing us our asses
Offseason nears and we're afraid
With Cassel gone and Brady frayed
Pioli's card is not yet played
Bowe, Albert, Colquitt won't get paid
He'll try to give us new QBs
Mark Sanchez? Alex Smith? Oh jeez.
Will draft day be just one big tease?
A tackle? F*ck. Just shoot me please.
Lowly Indy found some Luck,
But here in KC we've been stuck
With coaches bright as Uncle Buck
And blowouts where we've run amuck
The ghost of Christmas Future wails,
"There is still time to change these tales.
Good decisions tip the scales.
Don't choose QBs with epic fails."
Please raise a wine glass or your beer
May all your Christmas hopes appear
And Clark, hear our united cheer
Don't let Pioli back next year
And draft a f*cking QB too, dammit.