O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore Art Thou, Romeo?
You roared down from the north, from the town of the bean,
Wearing rings of defenses, smart, fast and mean.
But some questions remain: Just what’s up your sleeve?
Can you mimic such magic in the Land of the Cleve?
Was it you or your boss, the Belicose One,
Who designed your famous championship run?
The Truth, as they say, is buried in the stats,
So let’s look at the game with those striped Cincy Cats.
The holes were not plugged, completed passes sailed,
And yellow ‘kerchiefs marked spots where we failed.
Novelty, headaches and injuries plagued your 3-4,
And the Cats had their way by land, air and score.
But soft! Front office trades and picks scream “Win!”
And there roams a savvy Savage beast within.
Improvement in play is the thing.
For Browns fans’ spirits to take wing.
O Romeo, Romeo.
We hope you’re real and right and true,
‘Cause it’s been too long that brown’s been blue.
Deny Bill Belicose and refuse his fame.
Prove to this town that Crennel’s the name.
Exceed your past, your winning “D” history,
And turn our tragedy into victory.
--Len Filppu
