Appologies to Joyce Kilmer's. "TREES"
I think that I shall never see
A forward as tall as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God('s Gift) all day,
And lifts his strong arms to pray (for the ball);
A tree that may in summer wear
A Redmen jersey and have some hair; (Needed a rhyme)
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimidates and helps us reign.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only Lavin can recruit a tree.