I will write a poem about the joys of puppies, sunshine, wholesome tidings and freshly squeezed lemonade if this happens. If Reggie Brown gets cut it will be like Christmas, Kwanzaa and Whacking Day all rolled into one!
I am a man of my word.
Hello everyone. Since one of the least talented Eagles in recent history (Reggie Brown) was cut, I promised to write this poem about the simple pleasures of life. It will be something different for all of us to enjoy.
I sip a tasty glass of lemonade
And think about the simple joys in life.
No, not the Eagles' Super Bowl Parade.
To speak of them would cause me endless strife.
So rather, I will humbly talk of Spring,
A time to fly some kites and be outside.
Forget if Donovan has got a ring.
Forget for now the Philadelphia Pride.
Instead, perhaps, a tale of brotherhood.
Of puppies cute, not tortured by Mike Vick
Of kindness, gentleness and all that's good,
And swimming in the Schuylkill...don't get sick!
Regatta on the river, with the crew.
It's springtime, Mister Curtis, here's to you!