The season is basically done (Really, just ask anyone) So while the team stealth tanks You'd have my thanks If you filled this thread with some fun. So come in and compose some rhymes Simple ones, just five lines What you feel, what you think How this Blazer team stinks And maybe some decent punchlines.
Stink? As in a full on reek? Mighty Mouse would say thats for the weak So.. were all about a stealth cheat? We think it will create a winning peak? Well… im on the same page… i think.
Maybe it's not so much "tanking" As the FO and coaching staff yanking The vets off the floor In order to ensure The youngsters will endure a spanking.
Playoffs missed two years in a row To the greatest Blazer, a stinging blow The fans want some blood, Be it coach or GM dud, How crappy the rest of the team is, I want to know.
Simons can't play D Coach saying big whoopie Payton had to flee Hart is now happy Nurk moves like a tree We got Thybulle for free Grant will get his money Lillard on a scoring spree Eubanks shot a 3 ??
Limerick This team is so trash and we know it If we have a big lead we will blow it Chauncey can’t coach No offensive or defensive approach If you don’t like my poem just stow it
Missing the playoffs? Oh my gosh! At least we got a pick for Josh Can't defend or even shoot It's getting kind of hard to root But hey, at least we got a new sasquatch
Acrostic Will we win or tank End of season is coming soon So many off season moves needed Usually my favorite time of year Can Dame win here? KD would have been a better pick
Have your cars, money, and Grammys And girls with beautiful fannies Because time has wings I'd trade all these things For one more Guinness with Lanny
The Blazers playoff chances are zero The same letter as our hero We effuse the odor of rotten carp Every night, so just play (Sharpe) Don't overpay Grant, take away the biro The Blazers are in a conundrum Draft or trade to escape the humdrum Let's trade the tank for a blitzkrieg Or we can always just win summer league This mediocrity I'd like to run from
The Blazers are frustrating to watch Their opponents always look top notch They are called Trail Blazers for a reason Always behind all season Any lead they'll surely botch
This season is making me sick Clearly, to survive it, the trick Is to lean into the suck And hope for good luck To land us the number one pick My verses are rather lame. To win in this poetry game, One must be brilliant and clever, Cause I know that I never Could find good rhymes for Wemby's name.
I'd love the Blazers to get Wembanyama But, he has the knees of a llama Virtually none, they'll crumble Another Blazers draft bumble Still trying to get over the Oden trauma
This year has been a Glyde We saw Dame past him slide Bodies come and bodies go In the rankings we are low In mediocrity we fans abide
No Blazers playoff drama A sentence with no period, nor commas All we have is the draft Need a life raft The first pick on Wembanyama
Some would have us trade Dame Have him elsewhere take his fame A haul of picks Hoping for draft day tricks We don't get Wemby, what a shame