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My Xmas Poem..


Lilsmitty09

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Hope you enjoy ;)

Twas the night before Christmas,and in Raheem Morris's house

Not a buccaneer was stirring, not even jack sparrow himself.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that a win soon would be there.

Josh Freeman was nestled all snug in his bed,

with nightmares of Charles Johnson stuck in his head.

And Kellen Winslow in his gown, and Mike Williams in his cap,

they both Had just settled down for a long offseason's nap.

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,

Ronde Barber sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and screamed a bloody mess.

With a BAMF, so lively and so quick,

He knew in a moment it must be Steve Smith.

More rapid than the eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Beason! now, Godfrey! now, Williams and Stewart!

On, Johnson! On Hardy ! , on Gamble and Olsen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now Smash away! Dash away! Crash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, he heard on the roof

the prancing and pawing of one big hoof

As he drew in his head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Cam Newton came with a bound.

He was dressed in all black, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of defenders he had flung on their backs,

And he looked at him hungry, while opening his pack.

The flavor of Winterfresh he held tight in his teeth,

And the swag had encircled his head like a wreath.

He had long legs, and muscles to scare.

That shook the stadium when panther fans were there!

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled the panther fans stalkings, and gave a little smirk.

And tearing open his shirt, a large S was shown

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to the top, to his team and gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

With that being said, Josh Freeman finally awoke,

time to change his sheets, which were covered in yellow soak.

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Are you the guy that does all the videos on YouTube? If so, can we start a thread to suggest specific plays that should go in your 2011 Panthers highlight vid? I'll start. A slowmo shot of Stewart flipping Vilma on his ass. Thanks in advance. Oh and nice poem.

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Are you the guy that does all the videos on YouTube? If so, can we start a thread to suggest specific plays that should go in your 2011 Panthers highlight vid? I'll start. A slowmo shot of Stewart flipping Vilma on his ass. Thanks in advance. Oh and nice poem.

Yes i am. and go for it! I'm gonna start working on the vid after this weeks game. the stew stiffy will def be in it ;)

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