'An Ode to the NFL Gods' by Fergus Head

For thoust are powerful,
For thoust are strong,
I plea for your mercy,
In this season so long.

As Wentz’s knee screams,
And Philly’s fans…well also scream,
Can we stop this madness,
Of backup led teams.*

*This does not include Keenum,
For his play I praise,
But Foles and Yates are a joke,
And their team’s play decays.

The injuries are oft,
Their severity unwaivering,
No-ones any good now,
Even the NFC I’ve stopped savouring.

I’ve had it with these let downs,
I’m sure others agree,
​Deshaun, JJ, Odell,
Quite the demise, quite the spree.

You strike in the day,
You strike in the night,
As the playoffs approach,
Please stop proving your might.

And so if you read this,
I ask you with hope,
Stop hurting good players,
Stop making them lope.

The playoffs are looming,
Good players make it fun,
But maybe save it up for next year,
This season’s done.

New England will win it,
Of this there’s no doubt,
But maybe save Julio,
Without him, there’s nout.