'Twas the night before kickoff, in Double-Oh-Eight
and the Cyclones would visit the dark side of the state.
The Hawks and the Cyclones are both two and oh,
And it's anyone's guess how this game will go.
The fan bases were ready like they are every year,
with the jokes, and the putdowns…the usual jeers.
But this year was different, it seemed to the masses,
Because Kirk and his staff had to cover their *****.
The players were tucked all way in their beds,
While their playbooks and gameplans danced in their heads.
The Cyclones at the hotel, the Hawks in the dorms,
Where they spent the night watching some bad scrambled porn.
Then morning arose, and the trailer parks cleared,
And the tailgates began with grilled brats and cold beer.
The seats became full as the fans in they filed,
At the stadium known as the House of De Nile.
When all of a sudden, there arose such a clamor,
And the Cyclones appeared, to go drop the hammer.
With I-State on their helmet, and no name on their back,
Coach Chizik yelled out, "Men, it's time to attack!"
"Now Austen! Now Parker!
Now, Bibbs, Bates and Tate!
On, A-Rob! On, R.J.!
Let's go seal their fate!
To the fifty-yard line,
Win the flip, take the ball!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
The Cyclones would call tails and then take the kick,
And for the next 60 minutes Hawk fans would be sick.
Arnaud got it started from the first play at the line,
As he dropped back and rolled out and hit R.J. for nine.
And then it was time for the Robinson show,
He took the handoff , cut left, and for a TD he'd go.
No more than a minute had run off of the clock,
And already the tears flowed from Herky the Hawk.
Then the Hawkeyes came out with their quarterback Stanzi,
And that's when the Cyclones proved him a pansy .
He scrambled and panicked and then threw pick,
And the Cyclones then settled for a Mahoney kick.
10-zip for the Cyclones said the board with the score,
Don't go away State fans, there's oh so much more!
For this day is ours, it belongs to the Clones,
As play after play we kicked them in the stones.
The Cyclones would dominate both sides of the ball,
Arnaud, Bates and Sumrall with enormous games all.
Exposed were the buzzards 23-oh at half,
This would be the last Corn Bowl for St. Kirk and his staff.
As the second half started only Clone fans remained,
The Hawk players desire and want-to was drained.
Iowa State would go on to score 44,
The Hawkeyes got 7, and not another point more.
Even delusional Hawk fans had no excuse,
Not when by so many points did they lose.
3 and Oh are the Cyclones as our fans showed no pity,
When we yelled to our brethren, "See Ya In Sin City!".