Somers’ Monologue: A Giant Poem Of Thanksgiving (Sort Of)
NEW YORK (WFAN) — Ladies and gentlemen, a Thanksgiving poem:
In what is called the Meadowlands
A team of green arrived
To quiet the masses who demand
That Big Blue should survive.
But no good it was on Sunday night,
That’s the story you really have to tell.
Right there in their own backyard.
The Eagles having their way,
And now come the Saints and Green Bay.
That’s not all, but you’ll have to listen to the rest...