A poem? 'Twas the Night Before Christmas (UNT Football Version 1.0)

[Pseudo Nym]

Just knocked this out real quick, not a writer or poet, some parts sound better read aloud, and some just don't click but it's a work in progress, feel free to edit, delete, improve upon, and it may turn out to be decent with your help!

Hopefully next year we can have a version that includes the words "win" and "bowl" (Savior may be a push but who knows)... just a little fun and the person I just read this to who knows nothing of UNT football, WB or SL made sure I pointed out that "this is not a personal shot at anyone or meant to hurt anyone's feelings, if it does either of those, I'm wrong and you're right" (She's a keeper!)

 

The Night Before Christmas (UNT Football 2021 Version 1.0)

 

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land

Football coaches were recruiting players high in demand;

The tweets and the snaps showed commitments so strong

Yet one school was wondering, “How did it all go so wrong?”

The truth could be seen but they hadn’t a clue, 

Keeping one coach too long, all the hell it would do.

From high in the perch a mighty Eagle did soar,

A blind one at that, though he could hear the roar;

“It’s over! It’s done!” mighty warriors did type,

Some began to wonder, “what’s he got in his pipe?”

But that Eagle was daring, courageous, and brave

Once known as Wren, he had a program to save.

With the sun now set on a season so poor,

Some wondered aloud “how much more, how much more?”

With the hopes built so high on a campus renewed,

Their patience with loosing was swiftly subdued.

For the coaches and promises didn’t last very long

Come Sumlin, Come Sanders, Come Morris or Strong

“We’re tired of loosing and singing this song.”

But as night fell on Denton, with questions abound

The mighty Eagle was grounded nowhere to be found.

“Monday morning, afternoon, evening or night”

The mighty warriors proclaimed with so much delight

“That coach will be gone and our faith be renewed”

As all through the weekend they toiled and stewed.

A new dawn would come but how long would they wait?

As one man alone would determine their fate.

For Eagles are mighty and never outnumbered

Except for the ones who recoil and slumbered.

With expectations so high, there’s only one way to lose,

Take a week to decide, prod, and choose;

Who the new coach will be must soon be decided,

For In only one man can our faith be confided.

From Eagle to wren is a long way to fall,

Merry Christmas and Wren, don’t drop the ball.

 

 

Edited December 25, 2021 by Pseudo Nym

[PlummMeanGreen]

18 hours ago, Pseudo Nym said:

Just knocked this out real quick, not a writer or poet, some parts sound better read aloud, and some just don't click but it's a work in progress, feel free to edit, delete, improve upon, and it may turn out to be decent with your help!

Hopefully next year we can have a version that includes the words "win" and "bowl" (Savior may be a push but who knows)... just a little fun and the person I just read this to who knows nothing of UNT football, WB or SL made sure I pointed out that "this is not a personal shot at anyone or meant to hurt anyone's feelings, if it does either of those, I'm wrong and you're right" (She's a keeper!)

 

The Night Before Christmas (UNT Football 2021 Version 1.0)

 

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land

Football coaches were recruiting players high in demand;

The tweets and the snaps showed commitments so strong

Yet one school was wondering, “How did it all go so wrong?”

The truth could be seen but they hadn’t a clue, 

Keeping one coach too long, all the hell it would do.

From high in the perch a mighty Eagle did soar,

A blind one at that, though he could hear the roar;

“It’s over! It’s done!” mighty warriors did type,

Some began to wonder, “what’s he got in his pipe?”

But that Eagle was daring, courageous, and brave

Once known as Wren, he had a program to save.

With the sun now set on a season so poor,

Some wondered aloud “how much more, how much more?”

With the hopes built so high on a campus renewed,

Their patience with loosing was swiftly subdued.

For the coaches and promises didn’t last very long

Come Sumlin, Come Sanders, Come Morris or Strong

“We’re tired of loosing and singing this song.”

But as night fell on Denton, with questions abound

The mighty Eagle was grounded nowhere to be found.

“Monday morning, afternoon, evening or night”

The mighty warriors proclaimed with so much delight

“That coach will be gone and our faith be renewed”

As all through the weekend they toiled and stewed.

A new dawn would come but how long would they wait?

As one man alone would determine their fate.

For Eagles are mighty and never outnumbered

Except for the ones who recoil and slumbered.

With expectations so high, there’s only one way to lose,

Take a week to decide, prod, and choose;

Who the new coach will be must soon be decided,

For In only one man can our faith be confided.

From Eagle to wren is a long way to fall,

Merry Christmas and Wren, don’t drop the ball.

 

 

Always said there is much creative talent among our crowd.  

Read once when  Eagle Don Henley & family were at their Dallas home he said he’d always make the short drive to Denton because he loved being around the (eclectic) bohemian atmosphere of UNT. Then he’d go visit with Dr. Richard Sale of the English Department, a favorite UNT professor of his (& mine for that matter). 

👍👍 Very nice, Pseudo Nym. 
 

GMG.

Edited December 25, 2021 by PlummMeanGreen