Oh Brett Favre...
The long summer nights you carve,
Your story is much more interesting than Robert Marve's.
From the beginning I did not care,
I would much rather be at the county fair,
But yet you are the only subject of all my nightmare's.
Once you were a Packer of the city of Green Bay,
The Vikings wanted you but there was nothing they could pay,
So the Jets swooped you up at their own dismay.
Another retirement fell upon us,
You could have been on a safari with a rhinoceros,
But in the end the Vikings only had Tarvaris.
The coverage of your decision was all without rhyme or reason,
But in the end you had made up your mind to commit the greatest treason.
Retired, still retired, then unretired,
What have you really desired?
Are two more seasons of contracted football really worth all that transpired?
Now you have even more money than you already had,
And in the end you are the only one glad.
For the whole country has forgotten all the great things you have done, and unless you win a Super Bowl in Minnesota you will be remembered as the guy with the most career interceptions who did not know when to stay retired...and no one will be sad.