Eli Manning poetry from Isabella B., 8 3/4 years old
Cry little baby Eli Manning/
on your way to losing today/
and cry, cry, cry, and cry/
for you have no hope anyway.
It seems like you want to lose/
and this way you always can/
just throw the ball to the other team/
and then you can cry again.
Or get a sack to end the game/
thats the perfect way/
to make sure your Giants lose/
once again today.
Sniff ... that brings a tear to my eye just reading it. I'm so proud.
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