Twas the Night Before Playoffs

Twas the night before playoffs,
And all through the dome;
You know that shit-hole,
The Vikings call home.

The speakers were placed,
By the benches with care;
For pumping fake crowd noise,
Into the air.

Their season has been,
Like a bowl full of cherries;
For who have they played,
But retards and fairies.

Their fair-weather fans,
Are losers no doubt;
Cause when the Queens start to lose,
They all turn about.

Their "high class" supporters,
Drink wine and eat crackers;
"Who cares if we lose,
We still beat the Packers!"

The refs must have had,
Obscured vision;
That through cheap shots and bad calls,
They won the division.

Just then I saw Santa,
And climbed on his lap;
"Santa, when will the Vikings,
Finally crap."

The playoffs he said,
As he took a big toke;
That's when the Vikings,
Usually choke.

I heared him yell,
As he went off in his sleigh;
No Viking SuperBowl,
NO FREAKIN' WAY.