Ripped this from The Old Coach(which is apparetnly moving to Rivals)
http://www.theoldcoach.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=62337
Twas the morning of realignment
I wrote this parody in 1996 before the last realignment. I just now remembered it and thought I would re-post it now.
'Twas the morning of realignment, when all through the State
All the coaches were scrambling to find out their fate;
Their non district foes in their pocket with care,
In hopes their new district would not find them there;
The coaches all nervous at their Educational Service Center,
Were waiting for the dude with the packets to enter;
Some in their visors, and I in my cap,
Were nervously drawing up new ways to trap,
When all around the room there arose such a clatter,
I looked up from my notebook to see what was the matter.
Away to the packets I flew like a flash,
Tore open the booklet and looked through my stash.
The light from the ceiling emitted it’s fluorescent glow
And gave the luster of mid-day to the districts below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the name of my school in a district not near,
With a belch from my taco, so putrid and thick,
I knew in a moment I was going to be sick.
More rapid than eagles the coaches they came,
Looking for non districts and they called me by name;
I need a zero! I need a third! the voices were humming
Come play me week four! You’ll be my homecoming!
I’ll check my schedule and give you a call!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
I looked at my district and started to cry,
I knew that some Friday’s we’d have some long trips,
And three of the teams had won championships.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on my cell,
The ring tone was signaling a realignment ----.
”I can’t play you week two, I have a prior commit,”
I told him succinctly, “that ain’t worth a [Censored]!”.
I looked at the numbers that separated class,
To see what the UIL had brought to pass;
I peeked at the 4A and suddenly knew,
The top number, of course, was Highland Park plus TWO!
I searched through the crowd for someone I knew,
I had to find a game to fill up week two,
His eyes – they were bloodshot! his dimples how scary!
His cheeks were like sandpaper, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was filled with a chaw,
And the front of his shirt was the worse thing I saw;
The juice from the chew was staining his teeth,
And the stain on his shirt was round like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a big old round belly,
That shook, when he cussed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled my last game; that I had lost to that jerk,
And wiping some spittle from off of his chin,
He left me standing there with a grin;
I sprang to my car, and headed back home,
And tried to call the school but my cell was on roam.
And I heard myself say as I drove out of sight,
“Happy Realignment to all, let’s have a good fight!”
http://www.theoldcoach.com/forum/viewthread.php?tid=62337