Now is the Winter of our Cutler-sent
Now are the helmets bound with Victorious Wreaths
Grim-visaged Lovie hath smooth'd his wrinkled Forte
Made glorious Summer by this son of Santa (Claus, IN):
And all the clouds that lowr'd upon our Field
In the deep bosom of Lake Mich'gan buried.
His worn arm hung up as Monument
Our "Bear Down" sung'd to merry Meetings;
Our dreadful two-a-days to delightful Measures.
And now, in stead of mounting Orlando Pace
To fright the Souls of fearful NFC Northers
Jay capers nimbly to a Rush Street Ladies' Night
And the financial pleasing of Disney World loot.
Or yet another 6-10 soul-crusher of a season. My kingdom for a wide receiver!
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