In honour of Rex...

Rex!

A poem in honor of the re-injured Rex Grossman (Chicago Bears QB)

Oh Rex!

I feel thy pain.
Fret not, as now is not the time for disdain.

Oh, how the rain never seems to end!
Your fricken ankle did bend.

Concentrate, my boy, and do amend thy body & soul.
For now is not the time to put away the Wheaties cereal bowl.

Nay! Rather you should dance and prance around,
Yelling to all, "To Da Bears I am bound!"

Yet, still, heed my warning: If you do not play,
I will make sure you get screwed by a gay.

Be strong. Be cool. Be a Bear.


Shakespeare has left the building.