Purple Pain, Purple Hope: A Preseason Sonnet

Behold, dear reader, a team in trans’tion;
All purple corners left the division.
Linval’s lost, Jayron walked, and Griffen’s gone,
Better spend your Sunday mowing the lawn.
Stefon is catching wobblers as a Bill,
And Cousins’s fumbles are always a thrill.
Our young offensive line remains subpar,
Our receiver depth won’t go very far.

And yet Cook remains, and so does Hunter,
Two reasons th’season won’t be a clunker.
Harris and Smith, no team has two better,
Smith and Rudolph, few pairs could be tougher.
Great long bombs between Cousins and Thielen
Are sure to give Zim a hopeful feelin’.