Disclaimer: I do not write poems or even get creative often, so be nice!
T'was the night before the bowl games, when all through the land,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Head Coach for Husker Land.
My Husker sweatshirts were folded in my dresser with care
In hopes that St.
tom soon would be there;
The Husker fans were nestled snug in their beds,
While visions of bowl games from the past danced in their heads;
with Callahan gone and our season ending wi...
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