Poetry, the poor man's testosterone!

Inspired by a brief exchange of Boise State-Oregon related poems on ATQ before the start of the season, we’re instituting a Utah-Oregon haiku contest, running jointly here and on Addicted to Quack, the blog of the Donalds. With a pithy nibbling of the Boilermakers last week, the Ducks have shown why everyone fears the truck up to Autzen:

It's always tough in the Duck pond. 

A haiku is three lines: 5, 7 and 5 syllables. But if you use the wrong number of syllables, or prefer limericks, or want to post a 5,000-line epic in iambic pentameter, you won’t be disqualified, ‘cause there’s not much we can do about it.

Please keep everything sportsmanlike. And tasteful. And ethereally poetic. And utterly savage, if your heart so prompts you.

Grand Prize: glory! (’Cause it’s free.)

Here's an old english type verse:

Fair Oregon!

Thy unraped bosom cloaked in valor

Ne’re the dark of nigh ta’en o'er thine providence,

Where thy fortune lies in nimble footitude,

The tales of strength and honor long,

All knowledge fawns at thy marbled Pedestal

But Utah!

Late morning dew bespecks thy nobled youth

How long thy throws besought to reign,

In dappled duckville's hallowed ground.

Whence seek the battle with fair Oregon?

The solicitude of a loss for either,

Beckons stormy winters slumber to fall.