“Trade me or I’ll retire,” he pouted
“Oh no, fuck off!” Mike Brown then shouted
Carson was stuck here, you see
He was Brown’s bitch for eternity
So 9 huffed and puffed and ultimately failed
While his replacement, “the Red Rifle” prevailed
6 weeks into his retirement his fortune would change
With the breaking of a collar-bone, how strange
The Raiders now needed a quarterback it seemed
Hue called Marvin and there heads convened
It seemed like the talks were a fruitless endeavour
When Al Davis reached out from the grave with a thought so clever
Hue read his mind and ran with the idea
When Brown saw the proposal he screamed “Momma mia!”
He couldn’t pass on a deal so grand
The two teams agreed and shook virtual hands
Carson “the bitch” Palmer is now a Raider
He’s been cast from this land and branded a traitor
But Bengals fans got the last laugh, you see
As Palmer threw another pick-six we shouted with glee
We knew the Bengals had tricked poor Hue Jackson
Marvin was probably smiling and relaxing
With a grin on his face ten miles wide
Relieved to be rid if him, he just simply sighed
For the time being it seems the Raiders got jobbed
But its the Raiders, who cares if they were robbed?
Thoughts from the Throne: Palmer’s Poem
23 Sunday Oct 2011
Posted in NFL, Poetry, Thoughts from the Throne
That’s awesome. If only I could sound like Cartman…
Ooooooooh, Carson’s a bitch he’s a big fat bitch he’s the biggest bitch in the whole wide world…
That title totally led me to a different thought process.
Now I’m curious. What were you expecting?
Palm!…Come on. My mind was in the gutter and no pun intended in 2nd short sentence.
Ha ha ha ha. That never occurred to me since it’s about a football player. Sorry, forgot who I was dealing with.