‘Twas the night before Signing Day, when all through the house
not a keyboard was moving, not even a mouse.
The stars were placed by the players names with care,
in hopes that evaluations would be good and be fair.
The recruitniks were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of five stars danced in their heads.
My wife the Bama fan in houndstooth, and I in my Noles,
had just settled down after listing signing day goals.
When out on the interwebs there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the MacBook I flew in a flitter,
opened up 247, TN, The Territory, and Twitter..
The brightness of the screen from the new crystal’s glow
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a “mystery recruit” and flip possibilities to fear.
The rumors were coming, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a protégé of Saban, Nick.
More rapid than War Eagles, his coursers they came,
and Jimbo whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now Ermon! Now Dalvin!
Now, Delvin and Rick!
On, Malik! On, Travis!
On, Derrick and Roderick!
To the top of the charts!
To the top of the wall!
Now sign away! Sign away!
Sign away all!”
As dry leaves that before the used-to-be-good Hurricanes fly,
when they meet with a recruit, without having to buy
so up the 247Composite the coursers they flew,
with a class full of studs, and Jimbo Fisher too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in a Podcast
the preview and pontificating of a mock class, the last.
As I began lowering the screen and was turning around,
on twitter Chris Nee came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, which I found bizarre and weird,
and his face was all tattered behind a scraggily beard.
A bundle of news he had flung on my feed,
and he satisfied my last minute recruiting info need.
The info–how it twinkled! The scoops, how merry!
Javon possibly flipping, would Malik McDowell be the cherry?
This droll little news to finish the class with a bow,
and the thought of Jimbo with more Jimmys and Joes.
The addition of a tackle maybe Derrick Nnadi,
with Wideman and Christmas, causing QBs to flee.
With a broad face and little round bellys,
that shook when they sacked, like a bowl full of jelly.
Jimbo was chubby, not too plump, a right jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but 500 per minute as he worked,
and fulfilled all the hype, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the charts FSU rose.
He sprang to his facilities, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he practiced out of sight,
“Happy Signing Day to all, and to all a good night!”
