Funny fanstasy poem

[Kvoethe]

Oh, Njoku; oh, Njoku, my worthless Tight End.

 

I so foolishly stuck with you, through thick and through thin.

 

Your worthlessness each week, quite quickly grew old

 

Your inability to produce, was a sight to behold.

 

With hands like a lineman and feet full of lead,

 

For fantasy purposes, to me you were dead.

 

The waivers, however, were mercilessly stripped,

 

So, into the Championship, with you I did limp.

 

But, alas, what is this, on the scoreboard I see?

 

Is it true, in the Ship, you have come through for me?

 

Indeed, you've allowed me to have the last laugh.

 

So, thank you, Merry Christmas....and 3 words: Do Not Draft