Since poetry seems to be the order of the day' date=' I do know the rules for a limerick. Please don't be too offended by its contents.
A warning to fans of Cyclones
Who excel at casting big stones.
When F5 touch down,
Each smile turns to frown
And all you can hear are their moans.
QED
Here Alcoa sits all broken hearted
F5 wind blew, but only it farted
6 in a row was their Dream
Of putting on another ring,
to Cookville soon the Clones departed.
Ohhhhhh, the weather outside is frightful,
the touchdowns are so delightful,
the endzone is the only place to go,
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!!
POUND THE ROCK!!! GO TORNADOES!!!!
ChaunceyGardiner will correct you on the rules for a limerick.