The Texans on Sunday

Its a quarter past 7 and all through the house

not a creature was sturing not even a mouse

The nachos were set on the table with care

in hopes that the texans would play like they are there

Schaub is intercepted on the third play of the series

leaving the leam in distrot 

Its getting to the point where its hard to be a fan

when your team is down and they make dumb mistakes leaves my head spinning round and round

theres no rhyme or reason for 

 

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