Before I begin a long two weeks of shit talking, let it be know that I believe OU is better than USC, and shoudl be ranked #1. (YUCK!!! That sucked.....)
Now, niceities out of the way.........
Friends, Slackers, Texas folk, raise up your beers;
I come to bury OU, not to praise them.
The evil that Okies do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with OU. The inbred Okies
Hath told you OU is greatness:
This is not so, it is a grievous sham,
And Saturday, October 9, OU will be laid to rest,
Here, under shadows of Dallas and the rest--
For Okies are not honourable men;
But the Longhorns, all honourable men--
Come I to speak at OU's funeral.
The Okie is not a friend, not to me:
But OU sayeth they are ambitious;
And that OU is an honourable team.
He hath brought many losees home from Dallas
Whose losses did the fans of OU despise:
Did this in OU seem ambitious?
When that the drunk have cried, OU hath wept:
Ambition should be made of Texas Pride:
Yet OU says they are ambitious;
But Okies are not honourable men.
Most visits down, result in the same:
We present them with a kingly ass beating,
Which OU does venhemently deny, living their lies in a vacuum:
is this honour?
Yet OU says to be ambitious;
And, again, they are not honourable men.
I speak not to disprove what OU claims,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all do love our Great State, with plenty cause:
What cause withholds you then, to smite the sodomite Okies?
O judgment! thou art fled to too many beers,too many shots, too many keg stands,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
OU will lay in the coffin there with 3.2 beer,
And I must pause till rational thoughts come back to me.
But yesterday the word of Mack Brown might
Have stood against the world; now he prepares to smite the infidels.
And none so deserving more than the Okies.
O Texans, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
We would do Texas justice, as we chant "OU Sucks",
Who, you all know, put the O in over-rated:
I will do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the Okies, to wrong 3.2 beer and Stoops,
One should receive the blessing of all that is good.
But here's a parchment with the seal of the ancient greats;
I found it in their closet, 'tis their will:
Let but the Texans hear this testament--
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--
And they would go and cause Okies wounds
And dip their beers in their tainted blood,
Yea, cut an ear of Okie for memory,
And, dying, mention it within our wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.