Twas the night before game day, one sure to remember
for all of the fans around Charlotte and Denver;
The jerseys were hung in their lockers with care
In hopes Newton and Manning soon would be there.
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of glory danced in their heads;
The coaches were sleeping, the best sleep in days,
clutching their pillows, and first fifteen plays;
The gameplan was ready, the setting was perfect,
No Brady, No Wilson... and no Vontaze Burfict.
When out on the field, there arose such a clatter,
the groundsman awoke to see what was the matter;
The lights were all on with his crew on their toes,
Because some moron had painted both end zones "Broncos";
The morning was nearing, the painting just finished,
and no one could tell that the field had been blemished;
Fans were arriving and tailgating in droves,
showing their colors on car flags and clothes;
Grills were afire, and burgers were cooking,
and I stole a beer when no one was looking;
We ate so much food, it's a shock no one died,
since everything was cheesy, battered, and fried.