Tory Horton, lightning speed,
Catches passes like a steed.
Six-two, one ninety? No, wait
Wide receiver, first rate!
Runs a punt with nimble toes,
Leaves defenders in their throes.
When he scores, the crowd goes “Wow!”
Tory Horton? He shows you how.
Poor Tory Horton, quick and bright,
Now stuck on sidelines, what a sight!
He slipped, he tripped, or twisted wrong,
No touchdowns now… at least not long!
But hope remains, loud as a drum:
Tory’s comeback will soon come!
So heal up fast, oh injured star,
We know you’ll shine from near or far.
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MushCarter• 13 d ago
Honestly I’d rather stash him in my ir than my bench, I don’t have a taxi squad