| WOES OF A BEAR FAN |
| Standing tall with the red and gold, down by the bay, you�d catch your death of cold. All come together to see a football game, honoring a great, who�ll be in the Hall of Fame. Those forty-niners ran out onto the field, I bet they couldn�t next time, wearing high heels. Da Bears decided they didn�t need to play, maybe they ate too much at da buffet. Could the reason for the low Bears tally, be because they took a trip to Napa Valley? Receivers with the likes of Davis and Rice, Turned da secondary into crushed ice. Neither team is heading into the post season, I�m sure there is no confusion as to the reason. The wharf, the bay and gold gate, all sittin pretty, Huey Lewis is serving the sounds to the city. Displaced Chicagoan, I think not! A real Illinoian knows what they got. We got rough, tough Bears at Soldier's Field. They've got cute uniforms and some appeal. In 2001, up the ranks we will slide. For the red & the gold...can we say died? This time we concede cuz you had Rice, but next time the monsters won't be so nice. It's a chant we are taught at a tender age Get's us thru the cold and holds off road rage. We shout it loud, so all can hear, We're used to saying it...JUST WAIT TILL NEXT YEAR!!! LGuzzino & LJMaas 122000 |
| This poem was written in payment of a bet made on a recent football game between the Chicago Bears and the San Francisco 49er's. LJ and I obviously stood tall behind Da Bears .... and L. Devin, a friend, stood firmly behind her 49ers. Of course those Bears decided not to show that Sunday for the game <g> Anyway, we were to write a pro 49ers poem ... let's just say we tried, but it quickly turned in a different direction. |