Conor H.

Big Boone

The biggest boy in Blacksburg
You continue to blow my mind
No one can even compare
You were quite the recruiting find.
You are fast like a sprinter
And agile like a bunny
People who compare their size to you
Make you laugh because it’s funny.
You used to throw the ball
Now you catch and run
I wish you hadn’t switched
To watch you was so fun.
They say you throw eighty yards
I really want to see
I also enjoy seeing you truck people
They usually break their knees.
No one can tackle you
The defense looks like goons
No tight end can match your skill
You’re the best, big Greg Boone.




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