No Joy in Cheeseville

The outlook isn't brilliant for Packers fans today;
Number 4 is gone, for the New York Jets he’ll play.
When Murphy spoke the sorry words we hoped we’d never hear,
the Cheeseheads were heard sobbing, right into their cold beer.

Most went to bed in deep despair, in need of a good night’s rest
The Packers brass they slandered, all night they second-guessed.
They thought, “if only Brett was back in his rightful starting role,
we’d put up even money now that he’d take us to the Bowl.”

In March when he retired, there rose a lusty yell
It rumbled through Fox valley, it rattled in the Dells;
It pounded down to Brew Town and resounded with a crack
“Don’t do it, Brett, we love you! We hope that you’ll be back!”

But Bears fans in the flatlands rejoiced upon the news
21 different quarterbacks there, one iron man did we use.
He looked into the camera said, “I’ve nothing left to give.”
His 16 years in Green Bay gave us plenty to relive.

There was ease in Brett Favre's manner as he came off the plane;
There was pride in Brett's bearing and a graying in his mane.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt that Brett had won the spat.

But Thompson stood his ground, and his coach he followed suit
If Rodgers doesn’t deliver, they both might get the boot.
So upon that stricken multitude, grim melancholy sat;
For now there’s not a prayer in hell of Brett Favre coming back.

Oh, in the land of frozen tundra, it’s a cold dark day indeed,
Curly Lambeau’s rolling over, in green and gold we bleed.
In New Jersey men are laughing, and little children shout
But there is no joy in Cheeseville, mighty Brett Favre has struck out.

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Good luck, Brett. Thanks for the memories.

Mike