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I am working on my AI skills to assist with my smack talking these days...
Listen well, all ye who pass this way,
To my humorous, satirical lay!
Of how Michigan's Wolverines, in their prime,
Bested the Buckeyes, in this epic rhyme.
In the year twenty twenty-one, the score,
Michigan's triumph, a victory spree.
Forty-two to twenty-seven, the final decree,
Their domination complete, a feat for the age.
No more need be said, their might so immense,
For the Wolverines did prevail, and did ascend.
Yet twenty twenty-two, they did not rest,
But again they vanquished their foe, the Buckeye's chest.
Forty-five to twenty-three, a decisive win,
Their prowess unmatched, their victory spin.
No more need be said, their conquest complete,
For the Wolverines had no peer or fleet.
And lo! The third year, twenty twenty-three,
Once more Michigan's Wolverines did not flee.
For they bested their foe in a most comical way,
Thirtied to twenty-four, they did sway.
This triumphant tale, a mockery grand,
Of Ohio State's once-proud football land.
So let all remember this satirical song,
Of Michigan's triumphs, their victory song.
For in twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three,
The Wolverines won, and the Buckeyes did flee.
Their domination, their unyielding might,
A poem to celebrate, their glorious flight!
Rejoice, all ye Wolverines, for your victories grand,
In twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty in the sand.
For you've bested the Buckeyes, in a manner most foul,
And now the state, the nation, and all the world, extol!
Your triumphs we'll sing, in this humorous lay,
For Michigan's Wolverines, in their rightful array.
Left the Buckeyes in shock and dismay,
For Michigan's victory, their pride did decay.
To my humorous, satirical lay!
Of how Michigan's Wolverines, in their prime,
Bested the Buckeyes, in this epic rhyme.
In the year twenty twenty-one, the score,
Michigan's triumph, a victory spree.
Forty-two to twenty-seven, the final decree,
Their domination complete, a feat for the age.
No more need be said, their might so immense,
For the Wolverines did prevail, and did ascend.
Yet twenty twenty-two, they did not rest,
But again they vanquished their foe, the Buckeye's chest.
Forty-five to twenty-three, a decisive win,
Their prowess unmatched, their victory spin.
No more need be said, their conquest complete,
For the Wolverines had no peer or fleet.
And lo! The third year, twenty twenty-three,
Once more Michigan's Wolverines did not flee.
For they bested their foe in a most comical way,
Thirtied to twenty-four, they did sway.
This triumphant tale, a mockery grand,
Of Ohio State's once-proud football land.
So let all remember this satirical song,
Of Michigan's triumphs, their victory song.
For in twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three,
The Wolverines won, and the Buckeyes did flee.
Their domination, their unyielding might,
A poem to celebrate, their glorious flight!
Rejoice, all ye Wolverines, for your victories grand,
In twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty in the sand.
For you've bested the Buckeyes, in a manner most foul,
And now the state, the nation, and all the world, extol!
Your triumphs we'll sing, in this humorous lay,
For Michigan's Wolverines, in their rightful array.
Left the Buckeyes in shock and dismay,
For Michigan's victory, their pride did decay.
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