Heartache’s sad headlines – all tell the tale,
Sunday was lost – ‘fore our ship could win-sail.
That’s a neaux geaux – read the Chronicle lines,
Houston’s fond hope – must again ride the pines.
Schaub was good, Brees was great,
Stumbling and rumbling, they sounded debate,
With no time to chew – and hard masticate,
Matt lost his cud – in the 4th quarter gate.
Casey earns the spotlight – no question of that,
Big James is a winner – a hard-rumbling cat,
He blocked, caught, and ran – made a diving snatch too,
We’re going to hear more – ‘fore this young man is through.
And sleek man, Sir Andre – was Johnson enough,
To turn out the lights on the “who dat?” crowd stuff,
But he can’t do it all – with a fake – and a bluff,
Gotta get him the ball – when the going gets tough.
The big missing headline – is easy to see,
Even for base-balling people like me,
You can’t win in football – philosophically,
By Going for Seven – and Settling for Three.