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For you Cravn.......
Agent 99 11/4/2007, 5:26 am
Every Colts Fan
Down in Indy
Liked the Colts a lot...
But the CravnRaven
Who lived just East,
Did NOT!
The CravenRaven hated and cursed the Colts! The whole Football season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his shoes,
He stood there , hating the Colts,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Raven frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Colts Fan in Indy.
Was busy now, prepairing for the game.
"I hate the Colts and I hate the Irsays!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is the big game! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Raven fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep the game from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Colts girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush to the game!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Colts Fans, young and old, would sit down in the dome.
And they'd Cheer! And they'd Cheer!
And they'd Cheer! Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!
They would Cheer on Reggie, Marvin and Peyton
Which was someone the CravnRaven couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Fan down in Indy, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together
They'd stand side by side. And the Fans would start cheering again!
They'd Cheer! And they'd Cheer!
AND they'd Cheer! Cheer! Cheer! Cheer GO COLTS!
And the more the CravnRaven thought of the Colts Fans cheering.
The more the CravnRaven thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why for twenty-three years I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop the Colts from wining!
...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE CravnRaven
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The CravnRaven Laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great CravnRaven trick!
"With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Jim Irsay the dick!"
"All I need is a reindeer..."
The CravnRaven looked around.
But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Cravn...?
No! The CravnRaven simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his Friend Art Modell, who was almost dead. Then he took some red thread
And he tied a big horn on top of his head.
THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshakle sleigh
And he hitched up old Art.
Then the CravnRaven said, "Giddyap!"
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Colts Fans
Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark.
All the Colts Fans were all dreaming of another Super Bowl win without care
When he came to the first house in the town.
"This is stop number one," The old CravnRaven hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it, then so could the CravnRaven.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Jerseys! Footballs! Autographed Pictures!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Colts Fan feast!
He took the Colts-pudding! He took the roast beef!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that CravnRaven even took Golden Moles last bag of hash!
And the Grinch grabbed the bags, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Colts Fan!
Little Cindy-Lou, who was not more than two.
The CravnRaven had been caught by this little Colts daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at theFake Irsay and said, "JIMMY, why,
"Why are you taking our Stuff? WHY?"
But, you know, that old CravnRaven was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Irsay lied,
"These are all fakes.
"So I'm taking them home, my dear.
"I'll fix them there. Then I'll bring then back here."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the stuff up!
Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.
And the one speck of food
The he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Fans houses
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Fans' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn...
All the Fans, still a-bed
All the Fans, still a-snooze
When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their stuff.
600 miles later!
He drove to Baltimore to dump it!
"Pooh-pooh to the Colts!" he was Cravn-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Game is coming!
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"The all the Colts Fans down in Indy will all cry BOO-HOO!"
"That's a noise," grinned the CravnRaven,
"That I simply must hear!"
So he paused. And the CravnRaven put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared at Indy!
The CravnRaven popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Fan down in Indy, the tall and the small,
Was cheering! Without any stuff at all!
He HADN'T stopped the Game from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the CravnRaven, with his Cravn-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
It came without Jerseies! It came without Autographed Pictures!"
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the CravnRaven thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe," he thought, "Colts Fans don't care.
"Maybe The Colts...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...?
Well...in Indy they say
That the CravnRaven's small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back their things! And the food for the feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The CravnRaven carved the roast beast!
Cheers My Friend!!!!
Down in Indy
Liked the Colts a lot...
But the CravnRaven
Who lived just East,
Did NOT!
The CravenRaven hated and cursed the Colts! The whole Football season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his shoes,
He stood there , hating the Colts,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Raven frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Colts Fan in Indy.
Was busy now, prepairing for the game.
"I hate the Colts and I hate the Irsays!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is the big game! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Raven fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep the game from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the Colts girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush to the game!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Colts Fans, young and old, would sit down in the dome.
And they'd Cheer! And they'd Cheer!
And they'd Cheer! Cheer! Cheer! Cheer!
They would Cheer on Reggie, Marvin and Peyton
Which was someone the CravnRaven couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN
They'd do something he liked least of all!
Every Fan down in Indy, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together
They'd stand side by side. And the Fans would start cheering again!
They'd Cheer! And they'd Cheer!
AND they'd Cheer! Cheer! Cheer! Cheer GO COLTS!
And the more the CravnRaven thought of the Colts Fans cheering.
The more the CravnRaven thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
"Why for twenty-three years I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop the Colts from wining!
...But HOW?"
Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE CravnRaven
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The CravnRaven Laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great CravnRaven trick!
"With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like Jim Irsay the dick!"
"All I need is a reindeer..."
The CravnRaven looked around.
But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Cravn...?
No! The CravnRaven simply said,
"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his Friend Art Modell, who was almost dead. Then he took some red thread
And he tied a big horn on top of his head.
THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshakle sleigh
And he hitched up old Art.
Then the CravnRaven said, "Giddyap!"
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Colts Fans
Lay a-snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark.
All the Colts Fans were all dreaming of another Super Bowl win without care
When he came to the first house in the town.
"This is stop number one," The old CravnRaven hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it, then so could the CravnRaven.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Jerseys! Footballs! Autographed Pictures!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Colts Fan feast!
He took the Colts-pudding! He took the roast beef!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that CravnRaven even took Golden Moles last bag of hash!
And the Grinch grabbed the bags, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Colts Fan!
Little Cindy-Lou, who was not more than two.
The CravnRaven had been caught by this little Colts daughter
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at theFake Irsay and said, "JIMMY, why,
"Why are you taking our Stuff? WHY?"
But, you know, that old CravnRaven was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Irsay lied,
"These are all fakes.
"So I'm taking them home, my dear.
"I'll fix them there. Then I'll bring then back here."
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the stuff up!
Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.
And the one speck of food
The he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then
He did the same thing
To the other Fans houses
Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Fans' mouses!
It was quarter past dawn...
All the Fans, still a-bed
All the Fans, still a-snooze
When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their stuff.
600 miles later!
He drove to Baltimore to dump it!
"Pooh-pooh to the Colts!" he was Cravn-ish-ly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Game is coming!
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
"The all the Colts Fans down in Indy will all cry BOO-HOO!"
"That's a noise," grinned the CravnRaven,
"That I simply must hear!"
So he paused. And the CravnRaven put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow...
But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared at Indy!
The CravnRaven popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Fan down in Indy, the tall and the small,
Was cheering! Without any stuff at all!
He HADN'T stopped the Game from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the CravnRaven, with his Cravn-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
It came without Jerseies! It came without Autographed Pictures!"
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the CravnRaven thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe," he thought, "Colts Fans don't care.
"Maybe The Colts...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then...?
Well...in Indy they say
That the CravnRaven's small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back their things! And the food for the feast!
And he...
...HE HIMSELF...!
The CravnRaven carved the roast beast!
Cheers My Friend!!!!
Agent 99- I'm an optimistic person....my glass of beer is always half full until I drink the rest of it
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Re: For you Cravn.......
cravnravn 11/4/2007, 8:25 am
Nobody hates the Colts, speciallly me. Now if your name is Irsay, well, thats a different story
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